Little Mice

If you read the Mail on Saturday's TV magazine you will know all about mice and what some people think of them, real or imagined. We have already had one infestation of mice this year (well two mice actually but you know what that can lead to - unless of course they are Bishop Robinson mice!). Personally I think they come in to commune with the mad quadruped and he certainly shows no hostility to them having killed one once by mistake and never really having got over it.
That said I am actually very fond of little mice. They are small and cuddly and so defenceless and dare I say cute - no I mustn't say cute. Very lovable in their own vulnerable way and sad when they are no longer with you.
So what else is new in the land of the Blog? Not much really. My car has no petrol in it so Jetski Boy and Bodybuilder's have been much in use although of course it is a false economy since I will have to fill all of them up eventually. I still get caught out by Jetski Boy's choke, it is so many years since I regularly drove a care without an automatic choke. In fact that belonged to Mrs Claus and its excuse was that it was built somewhere behind the iron curtain. Now the only curtain I hide behind is one of black smoke if I don't get the mixture right and a tank full of kangaroos until I get it sorted. In this weather it is quite quick to adjust but earlier in the year it could take several miles of lurch and gurgle before I achieved even if not silent running (Sean Connery fans will know what I mean)
It's been interview week with hopefuls passing through the offices aspiring to be managers, senior or support workers and me getting a grilling from the trustees into the bargain just to make sure they think I am up to it. Hopefuls are coming up for second interviews next week so I will not reveal any secrets just yet.
Last week was a lot about sheep and they have featured this week as well. The sheep have gone full circle around the reservoir and are back on the banks closest to the road where I can watch whilst I sit in the traffic jam. Lots of sheep (and lambs) create lots of poo and lots of beetles and things like to live in lots of poo so it was really great to watch a hawk (may have been a Hobby) hunting across the banks and obviously making a very good breakfast and still at it in the evening when I sat in a traffic jam going the other way. I could have sat in a traffic jam on the motorway but the views are not nearly so entertaining.
I think I am probably in disgrace. Whilst I was watering the garden this evening the little boy who lives next door (6 next week we think) popped his head over the fence and received a face full of cold water. No tears but he definitely isn't talking to me at the moment.