I can’t eat a thing. I know, it’s so unlike me, but I’ve just had to throw my Cheerios away. Every time I look at B it makes me shudder and my stomach churns when I think about that poor mouse. Hubby and the boys on the other hand are absolutely delighted and think it’s hilarious. Last night she burped and they immediately set about killing themselves laughing - talking about mouse indigestion and how maybe she’ll do lots of little tiny poos instead of one big one now she’s got a bit of mouse in her, etc, etc. Frankly I find it all just too gross.

I forgot to tell you about the toaster incident. This was just before we went away before we decided to get the useless sonic yoke. Hubby beckoned me over and said ‘listen to the toaster!’. Sure enough, there were little scratchy sounds emanating from inside. The rest of the conversation went something like this:

Me: ‘Oh my god, there’s a mouse in the toaster. What shall we do?’
Hubby: ‘Quick, put something over the top so it doesn’t escape’
Me: ‘Okay now what?’
Hubby: ‘Er…dare we push the button?’
Me: ‘Nooooo, that’s disgusting!….I can’t do it’
Hubby: ‘Neither can I, and I’m not picking it up either so it’ll just have to sit in the toaster forever’
Me: ‘Yes but if we push the button it’ll be toasted alive and also I’ll never be able to eat toast again - well, certainly not from that toaster anyway’
Hubby: ‘Agreed. I’ll unplug it and open the front door and you make a run for it’
Me: ‘Deal’.

So, with Rachel’s Favourite Food (blimey, she comes in handy) trapping the mouse in the toaster, Hubby unplugged it, wrapped the cord round my arm and I legged it to the front door where I lifted up Rachel and upended the toaster. The mouse leapt out and ran off round the side of the house.

Hubby: ‘You berk…he’ll come straight round the back and back in the house again’
Me: ‘Shit’.

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