Going, going, gone!

Just as I got over the sliced finger injury from yesterday my voice decided to wander off somewhere.

Never been prone to losing my voice and I've got no idea what caused it but I spent all day croaking. Eventually emitting barely a squeak. I gave up with the phone when one person kept shouting at me that there was a dodgy line as I kept breaking up. I didn't have the vocal cords to explain it wasn't the phone that had the problem.

Later, when Campbell was letting his new hamster explore her new home. I discovered that when you're voice doesn't work it is very difficult to warn someone that a small furry beastie is vanishing up their trouser leg.