Sunday again. Day of rest. For once I agree with that as its stopped all the mess of the builders! And its given me a bit more peace for writing . . . and thinking of course as the two really go hand in hand.
Got a little mouse living in the kitchen somewhere behind the wall. I half suspected I had ‘company’ a couple of months when I heard scratchings and slight noises in the night. Nothing dramatic, just ‘rustling sounds’ mainly. Didn’t take too much notice of it as I knew many old buildings have mice (hence the term ‘house mouse’). It certainly didn’t worry me as I used to keep and breed mice as a child. They were ‘tame’ mice admittedly, and I remember all the different shades of colours you could get by putting pairs together. But I digress.
Then one morning about a month ago, I found a loaf of new sliced bread I had left on a shelf with an ‘eaten hole’ about a quarter of the way through. And there were a few ‘calling cards’ near it..
Well, it was obvious it was getting ‘bolder’, which was slightly worrying. I didn’t mind the bread, but I was well aware that mice have a habit of eating or chewing paper.
Now I have so many boxes of packed documents at the moment, and I didn’t want these to be invaded by the ‘little creature’, so I resolved to keep a close eye on them. (It would be tragic in I found any original letters had been ‘chewn through’, for example). But I resolved to leave it out some old bread crusts, just in case it had other ideas in mind!
So far, its just been eating them, which really harms nobody. Or didn’t, until about a week ago . . .
It was one afternoon, and I’d come into the kitchen for something or the other. And what did I hear? The sound of multiple squeaking, only faint but very distinct.
It didn’t take too much deduction to realize it had built a nest and had a litter hidden away behind the wall. No wonder it had been so hungry!
Anyway, as long as they stick to their ‘bread diet’, I don’t really care. If they invade any of my paperwork, I will seriously have to consider getting another cat, although there were no mice around when I had the last one.
I spoke to Colette for quite a long time the other night; or should I say very early morning. She is still in eastern Australia but I really couldn’t remember the time difference. I know now. Its about 10 hours. I was phoning about 4 a.m. in the morning so as it turned out, this wasn’t so bad! Colette was my second wife for the sake of anybody interested!
She sounded a little depressed, but when I brought her up to date on a couple of things (I haven’t spoken to her since early last year) it seemed to cheer her up no end. “I thought I had problems”, she said, “But compared to me its seems you’ve been to hell and back”!
In fact, I hadn’t really I had to tell her. And the ‘good Lord’ had delivered me safely through all the lies and deceit.
Well, I realized it was a little too late to phone anybody else then (in England, I mean), so I think then I decided to go to bed.
It was nice to learn she was OK anyway – hopefully that I even cheered her up a little!
Anyway, here is my Blog post for today which gives a couple of more days. So, as you can see K. I am heeding your advice, and trying! Sleep tight sweetheart, by the way.
For the moment everyone,