Last week at work Rebekah came in to find a bread roll she’d left on the top of the fridge had a rather suspicious hole in it. We believe it had been chewed on by a mouse. So we have mouse-proofed all the kitchen, and I hadn’t thought anything more about it really, because it’s not like I’m going to come in and find one sitting on my desk staring at me…
But I hadn’t counted on Rebekah’s cry this morning of ‘There’s mouse poo on my desk!’ I thought it might be something else mistaken for it, but no, a closer (not too close) inspection proved otherwise. And there was loads on my desk behind my computer too! Ugh.
Have spent the last half an hour cleaning my desk and thinking I’ll never eat my lunch here again.
But, ok, it’s Friday so that’s nice. And we have a big new tv in the living room waiting to be tuned in (we have terrible reception though so need freeview box plugging in), and a ladder coming tomorrow so I can stop the hideous smoke alarm beep and change more light bulbs. Oh yes, and sleep lots.