This morning I took a basket of washing down to the laundry room. I always approach this area with some trepidation early in the morning just in case there has been any mice activity overnight. Sure enough, there he was - a dead mouse with his legs in the air.
On the other hand...
It was a potato. Paul had dropped one of his seed potatoes destined for the garden.
I shoved the washing into the machine, remembered to add the detergent, shut the door and switched it on.
They're not even matching socks! My day can only get better.
Definitely a Monday morning, Sue !
ReplyDeleteI need one of those new washing machines where you can add socks mid-cycle.
DeleteWhat is going with the sockes all over the world, there will be always 1 or 2 left alone, it happens every where:)
ReplyDeleteOne of life's greatest mysteries.
DeleteIt remindes me of the book "the borrowers" by Mary Norton, i read it in my childhood, there is the only explnation.
DeleteI read the Borrowers by Mary Norton. I could never understand it.
DeleteI think I've found their mates !
ReplyDeleteThey're a long way apart!
DeleteI agree that it is always a good idea to put detergent in the washing machine before pressing the "start" button. You must have studied Domestic Science at school.
ReplyDeleteI didn't. Perhaps that's where I went wrong.
DeleteI thought it was the thing to wear odd socks or even shoes these days.
ReplyDeleteI often do, sometimes not intentionally.
DeleteI often talk to odd items left on the floor, especially of a dark colour, being heard to say "good girl" without flinching on finding I am wrong and covering perfectly.
ReplyDeleteI didn't speak directly to the potato, just uttered something like "bloody hell". As you do when you find a dead potato.
DeleteI went upstairs, two days ago, to find two very dead baby mice and quite a lot of blood. What Freddie had been up to I'm not sure, but he received a good talking-to.
ReplyDeleteWe've had no sign of any mouse activity since we got back, must have been happy to stay outside this winter.
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