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.