Good evening Bloggets. The house is so quiet even the mouse
is in his little bed in the loft. No, we haven’t caught him. But I can tell
you, he’s having fun up there as he’s doing a dance every early morning before
the birds brush their teeth Mickey has put his tap shoes on and is going for it
above our heads. Laughing because we the humans haven’t trapped him. Yet. The
cheese didn’t work as I told the family, so now we have tried a Ringtons
chocolate biscuit. Hmm. He obviously isn’t tempted by that so what next? I’m
not parting with my crunchy bar, that’s a certain. I caught Boy Wonder
yesterday trying to take it from the fridge. I also caught BW tonight talking
with the Little Fella, telling him to take it to Shamrock. Take what? Well Sham
then told BW off and proudly LF brought from the kitchen across the tiny hall
into the sitting room, in his mouth in paper, never mind, not appetising, a
full ice-cream. The top of the ice cream had one of those lids on, but still I
wouldn’t be too keen in eating it from LF’s gentle mouth. Bless him, if that
had been my Waggatail, Shamrock wouldn’t be getting even a tiny taste of it.
And Waggs would be spending the night licking her lips.
I seriously wonder if my Waggatail thinks her new name is
biscuit.
Sometimes when she doesn’t come in from the garden, I shout
biscuit and she is in as quick as I can say Jack Robinson. Whoever he is.
(He did it faster than you can say Jack Robinson) It’s a
phrase that dates back to the 18th century. Some research says that
Jack Robinson was a man in the 19th century who changed his mind and
you had to be quick to catch him in a decision.
So, will we hear the snap of the trap from the loft so black
during this night? I hope not. I hope that Mickey will find his way out and
never return. I hope he finds a lovely field to run around in. Hub went up in
the loft the other night, oh, I could have been sick. He is so brave. My Son of 6 feet four hid
like me and kept out of the way. Hub took a look but couldn’t find anything
damaged, nothing gnawed and no sign of a mouse, but we have all heard him. And
he’s loving it up there. The thought of it makes my skin crawl.
Why was Hub up there? Well he wanted to see if we caught the
mouse and we are tinsel missing. A load of tinsel. Red for my conservatory and
blue and white for my living room. Between me Hub and Boy Wonder Even Shamrock
has had a look we can not find it anywhere. I just wonder if it’s been thrown
out when we had our kitchen work done? My friend said today that the joiner will
be sitting there in his hand made rocking chair telling his visitors. “Do you
like my choice of tinsel colours? Well, he stole my wood, why not my tinsel?
Seriously, I am sure he wouldn’t do that who would pinch
tinsel? Having said that, the kind I had was £5 per strand. I really think
sadly it’s been thrown out.
Oh, by the way my dog walker? You know she fell ill. She lives
on her own she is 74. After one night in hospital they sent her home. Two days
later she had another attack. She was in and out in hours. Back home on her
own. A week later back in another attack. Out after two days this time. A week
later she went to her Doctors as the hospital told her they didn’t need to see
her again, just keep taking the pills they gave her.
Her Doctor looked at
her pills as she had to make an appointment to see her local Doctor. Turns out
the wonderful hospital have given her the wrong kind of tablets. Oh my. NHS, fantastic
at times but then…. Firstly, why send her home knowing she’s on her own and may
have had a heart attack? May as they were not sure by that point. Then back out
again and for the third time with wrong pills. Unreal.
Well a day of tidying up tomorrow. And a day of packing a
broken radiator we sent for as well as a long time on the phone trying to get a
refund from Debenhams. Oh, my that shop sells the best things online but to get
it in my basket? Then pay for it it’s impossible. When it comes to check out Debenhams
are the worst
When it comes to phoning your order through? Debenhams is
the worst. The refund for £5 was OK, but it took 35 minutes to do it over the
phone. No respect or compensation for the fact my fingers and hand is cut to bits.
A glass post box was sent in a plastic bag. No padding or box. Just a bag. Then
two other tree ornaments I sent for came in a gift tin. In a box and six layers
of padded paper around it. Even though the ornaments were so safe in their tin.
Nothing makes sense this year.
OK, must dash will be back soon with a Christmas diary. A
great story from my friend in Canada and more. X
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