I seem to be mistiming my lunchtime feed. For the last few days I've wanted a drink at the same time that Mum has had her lunch. Even though I'm a very quick drinker, Mummy hasn't troubled herself to wait for me to finish. As a result I've ended up being dripped with balsamic vinegar, had tomato bounce off me on it's way to the floor, and got crumbs in my ear. That's while I'm being held with one arm and squashed against the dining table. Not much fun.