A fright in the house yesterday, Clare found a mouse, alive this time though. Much shrieking and panicking, so I dressed up as a fat housekeeper in brightly coloured tights, climbed on a chair and beat it to death with a big broom. No, wait, that was in Tom and Jerry. He seemed very disoriented, these mice really must learn that we have no food in our cupboards apart from tins, so perhaps he got trapped and began to starve? Anyway, I caught him under a big glass like you would with a spider, and took him outside. Poor little thing was wobbly and shivering, so I gave him a bit of mushroom, and some money to get into a mouse hostel for the night and sent him on his way. Should have took a picture, it was so cute and tiny. That hardly excuses the crapping in our cupboard, but ah, bless.
I'm sure I saw another Stokey weblogger talking about having mice the other day, who was it, are you out there lurking? Just had a London Bloggers1 seems to be down again, so I don't know where it might have been.
So, no picture of the mouse or the hotpot, but here's a nice picture of a chest that we might buy. What do you reckon, not too dull?
Paul Clarke's weblog - I live in Hythe near Folkestone. Wed + father to two, I am a full stack web engineer, + I do js / Node, some ruby, python, php etc. I like pubbing, parkrun, eating, home-automation and other diy stuff, history, tree stuff, Television, squirrels, pirates, lego, and TIME TRAVEL.