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Saturday 10th January 2009

[insert clever simile/metaphor regarding mice and their droppings around about here]
So, the previous night, I got back from Durham (well, that's another story) and, blah, blah, blah, had a beer and then it was bed-time. No, actually, it was bed-time long before that but some manner of distraction had occurred. I forget what. Probably R****** crying incessantly (he's got a bit of a cold), having not eaten much at dinner time (and, hence, probably hungry, thirsty or something). So, yeah . . . it was a bit late and then M**** was like, "Archie's got a mouse in there; I can hear it." So I went downstairs where Archie was in the lounge, far too interested in a particularly corner, underneath a load of shelves to the right of the chimney breast. Sure enough, I could see a tiny little mouse hiding in the corner there. I put and locked Archie out of the house and, with all obstacles removed, got the mouse-thing captured under a wine glass. I guess when alive, and confined, a single mouse can be kind of cute but perhaps not so much at half past midnight. So yeah . . . I let the thing free a bit up the road, near some kind of gas/electricity sub-station (it's probably the former, being owned/maintained by Transco). And, erm . . . yeah . . . so . . . some time today was spent wondering about what this all means. Did Archie bring the mouse in alive? Did the mouse get into the house under its own steam and was hence found by Archie? How long had it been there? Are there more of them? Should we be worried? Et cetera, et cetera. I'm not too worried, as I've noticed Archie often brings in animals (so far only birds and mice) into the house, sometimes dead, sometimes alive. In this case, the mouse he brought in was almost intact (just a broken tail). So, er . . . yeah. It's all fine. We've been on the trail of mouse droppings today and other signs of mice activity but have found very little. Did you know that mouse urine glows under UV light?