Oh bother. I'm sitting here at my computer and I hear little noises inside the wall. For the first time in 14 years, since we came to this dear old house, we have no cat. It doesn't take the mice long, does it?
And, from this very same seat, all I have to do is raise my head and look out the window and I see the top of the bank overlooking the river, where Pippin would sit, immobile for minutes at a time, watching for the slightest movement in the vegetation that revealed the movement of a mouse.
I'd better get up the man-hole tomorrow and lay some bait up in the ceiling space I suppose.
What a very beautiful and soothing view you have from your computer.
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Yes, a lovely view. I have 10 too :-)
ReplyDeleteThe one to which you refer has a plastic praying mantis stuck in it.
Over the years middle son James has accumulated a number of plastic insects and ... I feel a post coming on...
Or perhaps another cat? Maybe when I come over I can dress in a cat suit and hunt down your mice but in return you would have to stroke my furry belly and give me nice titbits!
ReplyDeleteWhat funny ideas you Yorkshire men think up. Poor Shirley. WHEN you come over? Promises, promises.
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ReplyDeleteHi Katherine...Like the view from your window too. Sorry about the mice. Darn nuisance. I am going to take some time to read your travel blog. Funnily enough my husband and I got married in Constable country: Colchester and Dedham. I really like your photos and descriptions...brings all those great memories back. Thank you.
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