. . . . that the schools, at their discretion, can open tomorrow. Thankfully the two schools my kids are in are opening. Thank God for that. Much as I love my boys I am totally, completely and utterly sick of the sight of them. They take up so much space and make so much noise and eat so much. Yup. Some distance between us all now will be gratefully received.
I don't know whether you can make out our latest intruder here but, look carefully and you shall see our Ratty. I am impressed by his shimmying tactics. Also, the clever way in which he gets nuts out of the feeder. But then I was a rat fancier back in the day. No! I didn't have lousy taste in men I had pet rats (and shite taste in men, present one excluded). So these chaps don't repulse me. Still, he has to die. I have kids and I make cakes. And I like my garden to myself-ish.I can hear D roaring at the kids to settle down so he can dry their hair. Did I mention that the kids are all aback at school tomorrow?? Well they are, thus they've had a bath.. Me and D are going out for coffee tomorrow morning. Alone. Imagine, we'll be able to sit still with no one hassling us by telling tales or trying to take the food from our mouths. Victorians had the right idea. Seen and not heard. Bring back beatings and porridge, that's what I say!
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