Yes

I threw up on the petit point, again.
Twice.
Apparently this bit of floor is precious because it took the Wretched One's mother a year or two to sew.

The kindly Mister got his machine out and gave it a jolly good cleaning - so at least one of us is in the good book...though to be fair, the Mrs didn't get cross with me.  She never does if I've been feeling off.
I blame it on the bilious colours of yesterday's rainbow.