Thankfully.
I had travelled on all of Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday, and all I wanted to do the whole day was rest.
It was a fine, if windy day, got up at just gone seven, had coffee, then breakfast. So was soon after nine, and nothing had been achieved.
Mike arrived soon after ten to put up a fly screen for us. I think I could have done it, but he has the tools, and has done stuff like this for years.
I watched, took mental notes, and hope to be as handy in due course.
Of course, we are all handy in our won ways, and in paying back Mike, we have the chance. There is stuff going on I won't write about, its hard on the family, but we rally together and get through it.
Jools did a tip run getting rid of more garden and cardboard, and soon it is lunchtime.Of course the afternoon is full of football: first up is the League 1 playoff which saw Charlton beat Orient 1-0, then the final round of games in the Prem, kicking off at four in the afternoon.
And there was the rat.
We keep cats so to keep the vermin under control, but sometimes, when bored and/or hungry, the cats bring vermin in to eat or play with.
Jools and I were eating lunch, when I heard a noise coming from the TV. When I went to ivestigate, it was an adult rat climbing the curtains trying to find a way out.
We have no idea which cat brought it in, but Scully had brought us in two baby rats during the week, so might have been her.
I have no qualms about picking up mice or other small rodents, but rats? No thanks.
So, we tried to coral it, without success, then Jools left the front door open with limited ways it could get about, and during the afternoon, hungry and thirst, the rat came out, sniffed about and found the porch door open, and then the front doo, made its escape
By the time that was done and dusted, it was half six, time for supper and a shower for me.
Of course, no work for Monday, so we talk and I drink whisky into the evening, ging to bed well after ten.
Phew, rock and roll.
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