My son's just come through to tell me there's a mouse under his bed. What have I done? - very little. I banged on the door to frighten the mouse away and warned him - my son, not the mouse - not to keep food in his bedroom, even orange peel in the waste paper basket. He was worried it - the mouse, not the waste paper basket - might jump onto the bed. If truth be known, I was more concerned that the mouse might make it as far as our bedroom. Anyway, lousy Mum that I am, I resorted to platitudes, convinced myself he - my son - wasn't that bothered, and returned to blogging.
Am definitely suffering from 'can't leave the computer' syndrome.
Uselessly yours,
Jane
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