OK, yes, thought I'd just leavethe typo in.
I was just drifting off last night, when I could swear I heard a snap! downstairs. I was sent below to invstigate - and no dead mouse. Not many droppings either and I went to work relieved that maybe the mouse had shot through and I haven't had to dispose of a body.
Gillian's Mum has a phobia about mice. So much so that she is now a very reluctant visitor. Given she is our primary babysitter, we really need to get this thing sorted out.
We are sure we still have an unwanted visitor. It popped out from behind the toybox about lunchtime apparently. So thats where the trap is now. Over there, with fresh cheese.
