DO NOT READ ON IF YOU ARE SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAMISH – or if you are coming to stay with us.
Cath rang me at work this afternoon to say she had heard some noises in the cupboard in our living-room. Then she had seen a tail hanging out of the door – and with that she was off.
She doesn’t like mice.
In our apartment block there is a boulangerie on the ground floor which is why the building is regularly checked for mice by la société pour dératiser.
They came just before Christmas but the theory is as the weather gets colder the mice climb higher up the building.
I rushed home from work and Cath was still out. I looked in the cupboard and saw I would have to move some boxes so I thought I should have a cup of tea first.
While waiting for the kettle to boil I suddenly saw a little mouse sitting on our canapé!
I chased him from cushion to cushion but he ran under the settee and vanished.
Cath came back armed with two traps so we set them and went to bed.
The following morning when I woke up both traps had snared a mouse.
WARNING: GRUESOME CONTENT
The man from la société pour dératiser is coming on Wednesday. At least we can show him some proof.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 
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