There is a reason why in every cartoon program the lady jumps on a chair when they see a mouse screaming.
I was sat on my bedroom floor when I saw a little brown dash. I knew what it was straight away and jumped on my bed. I stared under my desk where a brown head was poking out. I rang my brother, he was in a meeting and told me to catch it myself.
So I off I went to make a friendly mouse trap ( I knew that year supply of Lindt was going to come in handy.)
I stuck a bunch of cubes into a cardboard box and hoped for the best.
Anyway come Saturday the mouse hadn’t eaten my mint-chocolate Lindt bar but I hadn’t seen it so I assume it let itself out.
I went to meet mum for a drink as she just arrived into London, she was suppose to be staying with me in the flat after an evening Hendricks session but when I told her about our fluffy visitor she went slightly pale.
“ I am going to book a last minuet room here, do you want to crash in it?”
I sat back in my velvet chair in the Polo lounge, sipping on my tinned Mayfair cocktail
other hand filled with the complimentary salted walnuts..
“well, if you insist i suppose i coulddd” (a disney world firework show is happening inside)
boy did I milk it:
What’s this? Caesar salad delivery?
o and 90% of the time i wore this:
i just want to say thank you mouse. thank you.