Cromwell, one of my earliest memories is of sitting on the back doorstep with my Dad as he tried to shoot a rat in the garden with an air rifle.
They're horrible things. We had them in our old house, our elderly next door neighbours had gaps around the house so they got in that way and lived under the ground floor floorboards. No matter what we did to try and rid ourselves of them, they kept coming because of the gaps they could get into from next door. I'll never ever forget the day I opened the understairs cupboard to get the hoover out and found one staring back at me. To say I screamed and swore would be an understatement.
Billy had his walk, we managed to stick to dry and frozen paths. When the weather warms up a bit though they'll be back to mud
Just looking at the windows with the sun shining on them has reminded me that the window cleaning company I contacted last week hasn't replied, it's a waste of time them putting their glossy pamphlets through the letter box if they don't want the business
Saundra, I hope the tablets soon kick in xx
Yes Di, Kaz is right - get knitting!
I'm currently crocheting holly leaves to make some kind of decoration.