Same shit, different day. Sometimes I get some different shit on the same day.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

I got a call from Wifey yesterday at 07:45, she was feeling faint, nervous, afraid and didn't want to be in the house. Yes she had seen a mouse. Apparently it was watching her from behind a box under the worktop in the kitchen, obviously with some malevelolent intention.
I did the decent thing and instead of sounding concerned and offering to come home from work immediately I took the piss.
So how to get rid of our guest? I had thought of getting Otis Ferry and his chums round. Now that Foxes are out of bounds they might appreciate somthing else to hunt. I'd imagine the request would go something like this;
ring ring
"hello, Otis Ferry celebrity hunt master and popstar's offspring How may I help you?"

"Otis, Mick here, we've got a mouse and I thought might like to come round and hunt it. It's in the kitchen"

"thanks for your kind offer Mick but since hunting has been banned we country folk now spend all our time inter-breeding and giving our servants extra flagellation"

"ok whatever, see ya later potata!"

So it was off to Robert Dyas in the Wharf for some traps. I bought some non-lethal mouse friendly traps. These involve luring the little fella into a box with some bait, the box then tilts up and the door closes and locks. You then release the mouse into the wild where it is free to get killed and eaten by a cat.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Information super highway.
I 've done it. I've taken the plunge. I've signed up for broadband.
I actually signed up for it a few weeks ago with Tiscali as the provider but I realised afterwards that I wasn't getting the deal that I thought I was and I read a lot of bad press about Tiscali so I decided to cancel my order. I have now signed up with with Bulldog who have got a very good deal on at the moment for an unlimited 4meg connection. I should be up and running in about a week.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Bring out yer dead
I feel like I'm living in a plague house. We don't seem to have been clear of the lurgy since about mid-december and the sick bowl has been on permanent standby. To cap it all off Little'un got chicken pox two weeks ago and now it looks like the baby has got it.
There's a fine line between bravery and stupity ...
and riding a motorbike in the snow crosses it.
So I am at the mercy of London Underground at least for the next week.