The first dump in the Year of the Rabbit was an odd-hour delivery around 4am and it looked like an exclamation mark.
Had another one an hour later and the situation was pretty much the same.
Things got progressively worse that before lunch, the third dump was almost unrecognisable.
Was it because of too much of a good thing for reunion dinner? Perhaps. Let’s hope the last dump, delivered in the evening, would be the last of its kind for the next couple of days.
