I slept last night because I was shattered! I have every door in the house shut and the traps are still set. I feel like I'm living on the movie set of 'Mouse Hunt'. It's either him or me. The young one reckons he's died of a heart attack under the dish washer. And now I'll be racked with guilt. 🙄

But, I couldn't do it. I showed mercy and instead swept him down the hallway towards the kitchen door. But once in the kitchen the little blighter ran in under the dishwasher. My merciful streak is no more. I have six traps set in the kitchen since yesterday and not a sign of the furry fooker!

Yes, definitely. Lots seem to have joined up here but are still posting over the 'dark side.

Oh, he's my claim to fame! He was in my year in school. 😄

Not until you're following Kate on 'A Class Above Tipperary' on Facebook with a cup of tea in one hand and a custard cream in the other.

I was today years old when I discovered that he's got his strong beliefs and not his trombolese.

I only found out about this yesterday. I'd say the next week or so will see a huge increase in numbers. (This is my first....post?)