I do some volunteer work with an old gal aged 82. This morning she announces that she has got 'visitors', which turn out to be a couple of field mice, and she shows me the traps she has put down - all seven of them!
When her cleaner comes round we are chatting about the mice when Lou says that Z should sit in her chair with a blunderbuss: "That'll sort them".
Next thing Z goes behind the grandfather clock and pulls out..... an Elephant gun... all six feet of it! "And if that doesn't get them this will" she says as she emerges with an army officer's sword!
If I was one of the mice I would be throwing myself on the trap.