Night shifts can feel incredibly short, especially when you have a busy patient to deal with. My patient was poorly, so the twelve and a half hour shift shot by as fast as a spinster passing an Ann Summer's slumber party.
All I wanted when I got home was an eggy Bagel
But there was a typical drama when I got home
" There's a MOUSE behind the freezer" Chris informed me as I walked through the door
( some of you may remember the " there's a rat under the sofa incident" here which was was a blog entry that started in a very similar fashion)
I wasn't surprised.
The four dogs and and cat where all lined up with their serious faces on , sniffing the gaps
" well, pull the freezer out and let them finish it off" I instructed
"Nooooooo" cried Chris
" yessssssssssss! " cried the dogs
" bring it on" muttered Albert.....
A mouse is to cats and terriers what Downton Abbey is to snowbound Americans
It makes for wonderful entertainment
Is it me? But is removing a rodent from behind the freezer a big job?
You just make a cat sized gap between freezer and wall.
Whip up some excitement amongst the troops by whispering " KILL, KILL KILL THEM ALL!"
in a few moments it's a job well done
Seconds later I had hurled a flat and very dead mouse out of the back door
And peace returned to Bwthyn y llan
I had my eggy bagel
And went to bed for a couple of hours..... Chris's bell ringing ( no jokes Tom) woke me around 11.