After a bad night caused by mices eating through one of our first floor plastic water pipes leading to Fish like conditions in the kitchen below I was not in a fit condition to do a professional shopping job in Safeways/Morrisons. But it is a pleasure to shop even in S/M in November and especially on a Tuesday. The goods are no better but the whole experience is more relaxed. Even the most hardy of caravanners have flown south taking their tattoos and bearded partners with them. The aisles are free flowing, the check outs queueless and with only the odd sad PRAM* wandering aimlessly hither and thither anxiously reading his way through the packaging liable to obstruct your passage. And as the store is so empty there is a good chance of running into people you know and having a peaceful chat without running the risk of being knocked over by one of the tattooed bearded stomachs barging its way to and from the cheap lager.
And now to renew the battle with the mice and their obsession with plastic fodder. The wife wants to go down the humane (catch them alive and over the garden wall) route whilst Huttonian favours the more drastic-short sharp fatal shock and the body over the garden wall method. The latter is more effective and kinder to the neighbours. Also kindly treated mouses tend to be grateful and scuttle back again after a short rural outing. You can also get an electronic mouse repeller-but that usually drives them from one set of vulnerable targets to another. One master mouse eat through our dishwasher plumbing twice on successive days. WE got him in the end-fatal shock- but it was an expensive experience.
* Prematurely Retired Adult Male
