People seem to find the rant
via weird and wonderful websites. A Turkish or Greek bloggee in a moment of obviously almost terminal desperation fed into Google : Electronic Mouse Repeller+work. Why? Driven to distraction by small rodents at the office, one assumes. Anyhow he/she (sounded like a he) might have found some comfort in accounts of chasing mices in this house during the winter months-Huttonian with the one click break its neck instantly technology on the one hand and the wife's humane cheese lavish comfortably appointed up to ten mice at a time box thing and then let them out in the garden and catch them again next day approach.. But the site next to Musings was much more likely to be of interest to this bloggee:http://com5.runboard.com/bakheva.ftheflaminghell.t75
This contains a rant about F***ing Mice. Not an activity, a description. Mouse repellers, repellants, exterminators are given a thorough airing and some may be on their way to Turkey as we squeak.
I felt better about the ****ing Hares this morning. No sign of them at the 17th but I discovered their little treasure trove. 2 golf balls, including one I had lostfour days ago in a wee bay in the burbling burn beneath the green. The balls being covered by water weeds I was lucky to spot them. Obviously they had tucked them away with their usual gay abandon in the expectation that they would remain out of sight until they were needed for some strange grass crazed bolocular frolic. Tough cookie Hare and Hare-you will need to start over as an American might say.