All was well: The breakfast noms had been acceptable, the bed was sufficiently soft, the ambiance was warm and quiet. The Royal Nap had commenced.
And then . . .
You-Know-Who could not leave well enough alone.
N.B.: Oh, I want her home all right; I just don't want her bothering me unless I summon her.
N.B. #2: I frowed up in one of her good shoes last night.