Dreadful Nonsense

Mouse News:
Last night while watching television after a very long and productive phone call with Susan - more about that below - I was sitting happily with a Labrador on my feet and Will and Grace on the telly. And then, without warning, the mouse nightmare began again. This time, not a dead mouse, but a very alive mouse indeed, and one that was both fully grown and willing to run up and down the sitting room without a care in the world.

The main reason why it was care-free seemed to come from the complete apathy of all of the other animals in the house. Honey lifted her head a little, snorted, and went back to sleep with the merest of farts. Butler didn't even bat an eyelid. I think he might have wagged his tail a little at the sound of my startled, girly scream, but other than that seemed unflustured. As The Sitting Room Mouse made it's third dart across the floor, I decided enough was probably enough, and went to get back-up, in the form of Anarchy, now promoted to Official Mouse Killer in lieu of any better options.

Anarchy was easily found, maintaining the same position as he has been these last two days, ever since his legendary baby mouse kill of Wednesday. He was sitting on the kitchen floor staring at the fridge. I'm guessing, because I'm very clever at this kind of puzzle, that this is where the original baby mouse appeared from, and provided him with all the entertainment he could handle before my plastic-bagged hand put an end to that.

Well, if anything was going to stop Sitting Room Mouse darting about and having his fun, Anarchy would. I thought. So I picked him up, carried him through to the sitting room, and sat him down in front of the television, the last place the Sitting Room Mouse was spotted. Anarchy prompted stood back up and sauntered back in to the kitchen to stare at the fridge.

I followed him back in, explaining to his swishing tail that there was a mouse under the television stand, and that I was doing him a favour. I picked him back up, he swished a little more, and we went back in to the sitting room and back down in front of the television. This time, he immediately returned to his watch of the fridge in the kitchen with a little more haste, giving me a dirty look on his way past.

We reached an agreement after that, me and the Sitting Room Mouse. It was decided, because I no longer had any back up, that I would instead just go to bed. So I did that.

My trip to London Village:
On the phone last night, because we had no parental guidance, no guardians attending us and unlimited access to credit cards, the internet, and telephone help lines, myself and Susan concocted a plan that has resulted in us buying tickets for me to go to London on Saturday 28th February for a week, and then Susan coming back with me to Dublin the following Saturday for a week. We can't remember who first had this terrible inspiration, but it seemed like a great idea last night and, if I'm honest, an even greater idea this morning. It's been months since I had any kind of reasonable or unreasonable fun, and this should be a bit of both. We're now trying to set up some interviews that we can do for Comedy Lounge while the two of us are out and about together, both in London and Dublin, which means that the site should actually return to it's previous form at some point in the next couple of months. It also means that neither of us are going to ever be able to afford anything ever again. Rock!

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Dreadful Nonsense

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