A mammoth undertaking

Next door’s cat has been spending a lot of time over the past few afternoons and evenings sitting on the path between the lower and upper terraces, looking at the steel I-beams, membrane and sleepers with what looks like a puzzled expression on its face. I think it’s bothered about where all the mice have gone, as there used to be rather a lot of wildlife living in the concrete blocks, which I’m sure the cat is used to hunting. The builders have clearly frightened the creatures away. Indeed, they found at least one empty mouse nest, snuggly lined in moss. The cat looks mystified as to where its prey has gone.

I, however, know exactly where the missing mice have gone to. Straight up the wisteria on my bedroom wall and into my loft, where they have been holding loud tap-dancing competitions between midnight and 2am daily, directly above the head of my bed! Fortunately, I’m on very good terms with Tim, the local pest controller, and have him on an annual retainer and call-out contract. He’s been once already to attempt to deal with them, and it all went quiet for a few days. However, the riotous party started again last night, and if it doesn’t go quiet by Monday I’ll need to call Tim out again to have another go. In the meantime I’m going to look out my ear-plugs……