Gritt23
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C'mon good guys and gals, what's my best way of catching a field mouse that is running round the house driving Mrs Gritt into hysterics? Without getting a cat or a mousetrap.
We're getting proper cartoon leaping-up-on-chair moments, quickly followed by slapstick running-across-the-room-with-a-broom moments.
Personally, I don't want to live with Micky, but I'm not all that bothered by him either. Obviously, in the World of the Woman, that resulted in me being laid into for being "TOO CALM!" (and yes, capitals were the least requirement there to try to transport you into the moment).
Last night she was frantic as the poor terrified little thing hid under some furnture in the lounge. While I simply popped a couple of bits of bread down in the conservatory, with the door open, and waited .... the GLW decided to turn the room upside down in a frantic search. The plan being, I suppose, to scare it out of it's hiding place, and erm, well see it run into another one. I didn't get it, said so, and I won't be saying that again.
Eventually, I got the room straight again, and put the curtain back up (honestly!), only to spot my little plan had worked and it was running around in the conservatory. Bingo, lock the door, leave the conservatory open, and let nature encourage him out.
Then today. Just made a careful little phone call to explain I'm out at the cricket tomorrow, will be home late, drunk and sunburnt etc, only to find tears again, as another field mouse appears to have got in, and is hiding under the fridge. She apoplectic, and I can't face another repeat of last night. You chaps and chapesses are clever people, how do I get a mouse out, or was last nights plan the best way to go, and I just need to repeat that?
Btw, it's damn fast, so when it runs out I have more chance of finding Mylene Klass tucked up in my bed, than I have of catching little Micky II.
We're getting proper cartoon leaping-up-on-chair moments, quickly followed by slapstick running-across-the-room-with-a-broom moments.
Personally, I don't want to live with Micky, but I'm not all that bothered by him either. Obviously, in the World of the Woman, that resulted in me being laid into for being "TOO CALM!" (and yes, capitals were the least requirement there to try to transport you into the moment).
Last night she was frantic as the poor terrified little thing hid under some furnture in the lounge. While I simply popped a couple of bits of bread down in the conservatory, with the door open, and waited .... the GLW decided to turn the room upside down in a frantic search. The plan being, I suppose, to scare it out of it's hiding place, and erm, well see it run into another one. I didn't get it, said so, and I won't be saying that again.

Eventually, I got the room straight again, and put the curtain back up (honestly!), only to spot my little plan had worked and it was running around in the conservatory. Bingo, lock the door, leave the conservatory open, and let nature encourage him out.
Then today. Just made a careful little phone call to explain I'm out at the cricket tomorrow, will be home late, drunk and sunburnt etc, only to find tears again, as another field mouse appears to have got in, and is hiding under the fridge. She apoplectic, and I can't face another repeat of last night. You chaps and chapesses are clever people, how do I get a mouse out, or was last nights plan the best way to go, and I just need to repeat that?
Btw, it's damn fast, so when it runs out I have more chance of finding Mylene Klass tucked up in my bed, than I have of catching little Micky II.