The Cat and The Mouse

Well, last night was progressing ok, until I went upstairs to run the bath for the girls. I'd left them downstairs finishing tea in the kitchen with the back door open.

Next thing I hear is "Mummy, Mummy, there's a mouse in the house"

Now my usual response is to be overcome with girlie squeeling and leap on a chair hoping some male will ride to my defense .... fat chance when its just me and the girls in the house.

So I put on my battered and dented armour and head downstairs to see what the fuss is about. Sure enough there is the cat trying in vain to get in a corner where some building materials are stacked after something. .Why she insists on bringing mice in to play with I'll never know, but I guess it was better than her usual middle of the night timing.

In the process of trying to unearth the mouse, I manage to knock a stack of wood over that had a sheet or two of glass in the middle and of course the cat scarpers. Leaving me to pick the mouse up (in a box, I'm not that daft) and put it outside.

Then I have to set to and clear up the devistation that has resulted! I pick the big bits up, have a go at picking up some of the smaller ones with my toes and decided the hoover is probably better suited for it.

First the extension wouldn't work, then the hoover wouldn't suck, so I emptied the bag, and the filter needed cleaning.... finally I got to hoover the bits of glass up. Then I had to help the girls clear up the box of beads that had been squashed by the falling timber.
What a saga ... would have made a great episode of Tom and Jerry..

Still, got the girls to bed eventually and had a lovely chat with the much beloved which was great, although not as good as being snuggled with him would have been.

Today was much better, made it to church on time - minor miracle in itself. Got back and had a quiet lunch and afternoon before heading over to Dad's for tea and a quiet cry on his shoulder as everything seemed to be getting a bit much for me today. Mind you it really helped and I'm feeling much better and more balanced again now. Sometimes I just think you need to hear that someone else believes in you and what you can do.

Oh well, off to avoid the football on telly and chat to the much beloved.