Sorry to hear that Horses.
I’m awake waiting for the fecking cats to come in. They’re usually in by 10 but one seems to be pulling an all-nighter (probably at his second home) and the other one, the mouser, has just escaped.
He always brings back the most adorable little vermin when he goes out late, so I just know I’ll be chasing him around trying to save the poor little bastard when he gets home.
I really want to go to bed but I can’t stand the thought of a mouse being let loose or worse, smeared all over the carpet.