A friend is coming over. I was supposed to go to dinner at her place, but she has found herself caught up in something and now she is coming here later and bringing strawberries. I’ve done a bit of scurryfunging – the bare minimum, in the kitchen. Will we sit there or outside? Is is warm enough, and what about the rats? Continue reading Rats!
The thought of sharing a bed now is absolutely abhorrent. Continue reading Sleep Eludes Me
On my way up to bed last night, weary after a long day’s driving, collecting my daughter from uni in the rain. On the half landing I spot a bag of rat poison which wasn’t there before. My daughter is luxuriating in a home bath. I ask my son. ‘Oh yes, we thought there were rats in the loft. Don’t worry, we put down some poison.’ This from behind his closed bedroom door. Continue reading Or Lion?