Three dead mice and a lovely cycle round Loch Tay in gorgeous weather. What more could I want? Only to be a lot fitter... But I am touched that the mice showed enough consideration to die between partner returning from Brussels and departing for Cyprus. If the rest of them haven't copped it by Wednesday, then I'll have eight days of being on duty for disposing of dead bodies. It will require every ounce of courage I have to shovel them up and bin them. Oh lawdy...
Apprehensively yours
Jane
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