D.O.P.-T.

And suddenly after midnight the dog was barking in terror and trying desperately to get out of the house via the front door. The housemate said there was booming going on, further away. Whatever they were letting off, I hope the cops got them. I eventually managed to move some stuff out of the way and close off the living rooms and kitchen side of the house from the bedrooms and bathroom side, whereupon the dog curled up exhaustedly on the hallway carpet. She didn't join me in bed for hours, but she did stop barking and get some sleep. And she wasn't too scared to go out in the garden in the morning alone, as she was last year.

Mama Violet was also not too scared to be there at breakfast time. She even let me get past her to retrieve the newspaper. She fled when I came back with it in my hand.