We have once again got some unwelcome visitors chez nous.
It started a week ago when we heard something running along the inside of the walls.
What was it? A bird or a mouse or a rat?
We then heard something – or somethings running across the ceiling of our bedroom. Ula was very good at alerting us to any new noise.
A call to the landlord was in order while we decamped to another bedroom – not the first time les nuisibles have forced us to do that.
The next day our regular Mr Fixit, M Martinez, came round to investigate.
He went up into les combles to have a look and then told us it was full of crottes.
Lovely.
He put down some poison that he said was très efficace and said he would be back later in the week to see if the rongeurs had taken the bait.
I told him we had had mice in our apartment in Lyon.
C’est la campagne ici, he said as he left.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 