Whimped out.
Lost our bottle. Gave up the ghost.
We were moving the cot. Sadly, we had lots of very important, pressing jobs to complete first: wrapping pressies, washing the car, practising stilt walking, learning to play the harp and stabbing ourselves in the eyes with hot pins. Just ran out of time. Couldn't be helped. Busy, busy, busy.
We'll get round to it tomorrow.
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