She found something she shouldn't have.
The Poop sits on our bedroom carpet. She's playing with my handbag, as she often does. Quietly, she removes each item from it and places it on the floor. As she is content, I take some clean towels to the bathroom, fold them, put them away, then go into the spare bedroom, get the vacuum out and wheel it onto the landing.
At which point I look back into our bedroom.
To see Betty, still sat in same spot.
But with a scrumpled expression on her face.
Holding a bottle of my perfume.
With no lid on.