My Dad always used to say that one should never hate anything in this world. He was, of course, correct. I used to pass this sage advice on to vehemently vegetarian surrogate step-daughter. Her response was to affect mock annoyance, stamp her foot and say "OK, Graham, I don't like it a very lot then." I think that might not have been my response in the middle of the night from which I've just woken. At 0245 I woke to a noise in the roof space. I'd woken to it on the previous two nights but much later and thought it was birds on the roof. It wasn't. Last night it was louder and more persistent and 5 hours later is still going on. If I had had a shotgun there would be several holes in the ceiling! As it was I put my iPod headphones on and tried to block out the noise. It's a family of rats scurrying, scratching, feeding, and partying. It's a good job we are not staying here tonight! The house ain't big enough for us all!
3 days ago