The weather has changed – the mornings are cold and foggy, and I only just got the outside of the house painted before a series of rainy days. It’s clearly autumn now, and the mice have noticed that too, and moved back indoors into my loft after a summer spent living outdoors somewhere in the garden or surrounding woods. For the past week or so, I’ve heard suspicious scrabblings in the evenings, emanating from above the living room. It was clearly time to call the pest controller again, and to be thankful that I’m on an annual rolling contract, so that I don’t pay anything for a visit.
Martin, the brother-in-law of my usual chap Tim, phoned me back first thing this morning to ask if it was convenient for him to pop around to deal with the mice. It wasn’t particularly, as I’d only just got up, was still in my dressing gown and hadn’t had my breakfast! But I’m keen not to let the mice get a good foothold in my loft, so I agreed that he should come straight around, and dashed to throw some clothes on quick! He’s put down a load of poison, which should finish them off in a week or so. I’ll have to put up with the scrabbling noises until then. At least they are currently confined to the part of the loft above my living room, and I haven’t heard them partying above my bed at 3am, as that really does wind me up!
