More mouse trouble.

Just when I thought I was winning, I find that I may just have relocated the little bastards.

In a flurry of activity, I have just tossed out all dry goods in my kitchen with the exception of the single box of OXO veggie cubes the mice hadn't burrowed into. Over the next couple of days I shall have to remember to get something to line the shelves with again, once I have stripped out the stuff that's already there and cleaned the shelves with bleach to get rid of the unwelcome little presents the bastards have left.

Unfortunately the big blitz on the kitchen will have to take place the weekend after next, as I am away this weekend coming. It is clearly going to be a job that requires a significant amount of time, and I am not going to do it when I get in from work The partial and changing disruption to the place is too much to be hassled with during dark winter nights when there is very little room to maneuver in the first place.

So in the meantime, there will be no teabags, no sugar, no anything dry. Tins and bottles only for the time being. There will, however, be more portions of poisoned grain. That should speed up the de-mousification process - there will be nothing else for the little buggers to eat, so they should get through that much quicker. Luckily I rarely cook anyway, and the kitchen gets used mainly for storage and making coffee (and tea, usually, but not again until I am satisfied that I am the only person using the place).

So I need to get more traps, too, so I can turn the kitchen into a fortress, like the bedroom.

This is going to give me the excuse I need to get rid of a LOT of stuff.

More mouse trouble.

Just when I thought I was winning, I find that I may just have relocated the little bastards.

In a flurry of activity, I have just tossed out all dry goods in my kitchen with the exception of the single box of OXO veggie cubes the mice hadn't burrowed into. Over the next couple of days I shall have to remember to get something to line the shelves with again, once I have stripped out the stuff that's already there and cleaned the shelves with bleach to get rid of the unwelcome little presents the bastards have left.

Unfortunately the big blitz on the kitchen will have to take place the weekend after next, as I am away this weekend coming. It is clearly going to be a job that requires a significant amount of time, and I am not going to do it when I get in from work The partial and changing disruption to the place is too much to be hassled with during dark winter nights when there is very little room to maneuver in the first place.

So in the meantime, there will be no teabags, no sugar, no anything dry. Tins and bottles only for the time being. There will, however, be more portions of poisoned grain. That should speed up the de-mousification process - there will be nothing else for the little buggers to eat, so they should get through that much quicker. Luckily I rarely cook anyway, and the kitchen gets used mainly for storage and making coffee (and tea, usually, but not again until I am satisfied that I am the only person using the place).

So I need to get more traps, too, so I can turn the kitchen into a fortress, like the bedroom.

This is going to give me the excuse I need to get rid of a LOT of stuff.

Happy Mondays (The fuck off mix)

Once you're in the system you're doomed.

I've been in the office 15 minutes as I start typing this. That means door-to-door it has taken me 90 minutes to commute 3 miles. The same distance in London on foot, allowing for interminable stops at pedestrian crossings and detours over footbridges takes 50 minutes to an hour depending on whether the signals are with or against you.

Only by public transport can it take 90 minutes.

The Northern Line was fine. Unfortunately, no-one bothered to mention the fact that the Victoria Line was dead until after I'd made the change. "Customers are advised to take alternative routes and change as necessary…" (Note that we are customers not passengers - the latter would suggest a sense of movement, a concept the former is blessedly unencumbered with).

Back then, to the Northern Line and up to Bank to change on to whichever comes first of the Circle/District Lines. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Due to signal failure at South Kensington, westbound Circle Line trains have been cancelled and westbound District Line trains are subject to severe delay".

See, I could have avoided all this if I'd known there was widespread hassles with the bits of the system I wanted to use. But no-one thinks to tell you until you are locked into it.

So, turn around at Bank station and back down to London Bridge, which I've already been through once. Jubilee Line three stops to Westminster, where we get back to the Circle/District Lines. However, Westminster is only a 15 minute walk from the office down the back streets, so I do that and get in to find that everyone has gone to a meeting that was originally called off a week ago (I know, I took the minutes), but which seems to have reactivated itself in my absence.

So I am hot, bothered, late and pissed off. And I have been "volunteered" for stuff in my absence.

Happy Mondays (The fuck off mix)

Once you're in the system you're doomed.

I've been in the office 15 minutes as I start typing this. That means door-to-door it has taken me 90 minutes to commute 3 miles. The same distance in London on foot, allowing for interminable stops at pedestrian crossings and detours over footbridges takes 50 minutes to an hour depending on whether the signals are with or against you.

Only by public transport can it take 90 minutes.

The Northern Line was fine. Unfortunately, no-one bothered to mention the fact that the Victoria Line was dead until after I'd made the change. "Customers are advised to take alternative routes and change as necessary…" (Note that we are customers not passengers - the latter would suggest a sense of movement, a concept the former is blessedly unencumbered with).

Back then, to the Northern Line and up to Bank to change on to whichever comes first of the Circle/District Lines. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Due to signal failure at South Kensington, westbound Circle Line trains have been cancelled and westbound District Line trains are subject to severe delay".

See, I could have avoided all this if I'd known there was widespread hassles with the bits of the system I wanted to use. But no-one thinks to tell you until you are locked into it.

So, turn around at Bank station and back down to London Bridge, which I've already been through once. Jubilee Line three stops to Westminster, where we get back to the Circle/District Lines. However, Westminster is only a 15 minute walk from the office down the back streets, so I do that and get in to find that everyone has gone to a meeting that was originally called off a week ago (I know, I took the minutes), but which seems to have reactivated itself in my absence.

So I am hot, bothered, late and pissed off. And I have been "volunteered" for stuff in my absence.