Freedom, sweet freedom!

The mayonnaise is no more! This morning, I experienced a genuinely new feeling when Max accidently rescued me. Wandering into my kitchen with the intention of making surreptitious and unnecessarily expensive phone-calls abroad, he knocked the murderous condiment from the table, smashing its evil egg-blood across my once-clean floor.  My joy at seeing Max lasted almost 5 minutes, before he tried to clean up and almost drowned me in mayo.