The biscuit is well and truly taken. Housekeeping has gone to a different level.
Just tidying up the Littles’s room today, sniffing the air think wow the sewage treatment plant is really playing up today – smells a bit different, though. Stick my head outside but strangely is seems fresher. Start to have a horrible feeling. Nose around the room, sniffing and snuffling, like some deformed bloodhound. Start to focus on the wardrobe. Locate an old rucksack, which we use (used) to house miscellaneous of the Littles’s bags and a whole stack of beanbags. Source identification positive. Cautiously take it outside on the balcony before peeking inside, armed with plastic bags. As suspected, there’s the corpse of a mouse. Curled up amid a load of chewed beanbags and spilled-out foam pellets.
The rucksack and the beanbags have been disposed of, but there were some rather nice little bags there which the Littles would miss. Haven’t got round to whatever nuclear disinfecting treatment I’ll have to think of to render them usable again, they’re still out on the balcony but I guess I’ll have to deal with it. Luckily I think I must have caught the corpse before it really took off as there were no visible signs of decay but … YUK!!!! Damn that pest-control guy, I asked and he swore they’d go outside to die. Sod all he knows. I REALLY hope that’s the end of them. The whole wardrobe is now drying off from the disinfectant and cleaning.
One of these days I’ll write about something other than rodent extermination. Talking of which, I’ve noticed that the stories I’m writing are invariably about annoying characters, these days. Seem to be having a run on sport-related characters who drive one round the bend – and more oddly they tend to be narrated in the second person present tense. Funny what one’s mind seems to run on, I haven’t even been to the gym in months.
It was ‘Crazy Hair’ day today (gold coin donation for leukaemia), and the Littles went to school with about ten little plats all over her head, sprayed an attractive green and gold and decked out with multicoloured ribbons. She was by no means the most garish. Oddly enough the boys were even more extravagant than the girls – I think it’s because relatively short hair will respond beautifully to sculpting with hair-gel. There were girls with little windmills sticking out of the top of their heads, wigs and colour everywhere. I decided against the pipe-cleaner option on grounds of safety for the Littles. God knows where they would end up with her. Nice soft, safe ribbons.
Oh well, I guess I’d better get back to cleaning. So long, mouseless readers.