We have mice. Or at least one. This whole owning a flat idea is falling apart. The mouse ran right behind the sofa that I was sitting on. It disappeared into the fireplace. I have now secured the area with rocks and a wooden pipe. Time for some pussy action.
Going to watch 24 now with my feet firmly ON THE SOFA.**
The other hole is blocked by Blugg’s stone head.*
*That he carved. Not his actual head.
**I’m not scared or anything.They are dirty city mice not clean country mice. Is that “mousist?”