a tale

I am the slowest worker. I've been slowly slowly doing nothing all day. Not quite nothing, but I should have done it all and I've done a third of it.

I'm going to get some ginko.

I'm waiting for Bodhi to go to sleep, so I thought I'd share with you this tale.

My mother in law who is mouse phobic (we once had mice and decided not to tell her. We came home from a night out to find her sitting on the sofa with her trousers tucked into her socks, freaked because one particularly brazen specimen had come out and wandered about in front of her and convinced it was going to run up her leg and get in her knickers), was babysitting for my brother in law. The other grandchild. His wife came running down from upstairs, panicked about a mouse, and dispatched my burly, strong and silent, bottle it all up, Metallica loving brother in law up to deal with it.

I don't fancy any one's odds of catching a mouse single handedly, but he went up and was heard moving furniture. They went up to check on him, and found him with everything moved out from the wall, standing on the bed with his trousers tucked into his boots.