Mouse

The world’s cutest mouse has moved back into Landcroft House and for the size of a Brazil nut, he can really do some damage. This week he went into my bag and ate my muffin, leaving behind enough shredded paper to stuff a pillow and a good few thousand tiny poos. He also kindly shat and wee’d on the stack of paper napkins we keep on the kitchen table, which was great. The £36 sonic mouse-repeller is clearly a dud. And our efforts to break his neck have not worked so far. As planned, he ate the trail of Taste the Difference Brownie crumbs but also managed to get the really big bit out of the ‘super-trap’ without triggering it. Robert thinks if we keep setting the bait, his luck will run out – either that or he’ll be too fat to escape under the skirting...