Little Nipper 2 - mice 0

Trying to capture mice has been the highlight of the week as we don’t have a cat.

War was declared largely because they had the audacity to get upstairs into our bedroom for the first time in 33 years.

There was instant activity, Liz tearing about the house for the one and only mouse trap which we have  or imagined we had, which served us well for many years. It wasn’t to be found so new military equipment was needed.   So it was no surprise for Liz to return triumphantly not just with one but three.   We really did mean business.

Now it was down to choosing which cheese to use and how much, it was decided a firm cheese a small amount, our ammunition was primed and ready to go!  The key tactical question was where to put the primed traps.  Of course stop being silly, where we found mouse activity, that’s right, got it. 

So it was a waiting game. Had we got it right because mice can be very unpredictable?  Liz had her usual bath and like a guard checked the traps before getting into bed.  Sure enough we were awakened at about 3am by scratching noises and then nothing. We woke up as usual around 6.30am.  Í had forgotten about mice and as I was munching my pills with a cup of tea there was as shriek of joy - we had killed number 1. Number 2 came to the same fate the following night and we don’t seem to have had any visits since, perhaps a lull in this phony war.

 Grace our youngest daughter is going back to New York tomorrow and we will miss her. She is such good company, a very good cook [her cottage and shepherds pies never to be forgotten], and a great driver and remarkably focused.  She will get what she wants in due course, watch out Reid!

  The Reform Club event is on Thursday this week and we are looking forward to it. Eve, our eldest daughter, is in charge and she will be brilliant.