COME ON!

The pets celebrated Englands win by getting drunk on sweet sherry and doing the okey cokey around the house in a giddy and excitable manner.

I say the pets, I must obviously exclude my boy, Fing, who sat on the stairs with a look of such extreme distaste on his wretched, spiky, face, that one could have imagined he was sucking on lemon concentrate.

Snob.