The other half has started the new year by declaring war on mice. We live in a Victorian terrace, and mice are as inevitable as cracks in the plaster. You just make sure your food is inaccessible, and live with the wee furry critters. However, the dratted beasts have been more active than usual in recent weeks, making a complete mess in the under-sink cupboard, and running around the kitchen in full view of dinner guests.
Which is why, whenever I’ve gone into the kitchen today, I’ve found the other half stalking them under the units with a Maglite, mixing up ever more enticing baits from peanut butter and chocolate, and constantly moving the trap to new locations. His currently favoured spot is just in front of the bin, where I run the risk of treading on it whenever I put any rubbish out.
Work tomorrow, so I’m brewing up some soup. New year, resumed healthy eating regime. We failed to eat up all the root vegetables over Christmas, so it’s curried parsnip on the menu, with some of that bread I made yesterday that somehow failed to rise. At least, it rose before I put it in the oven but then sort of deflated in the oven. It tastes fine, but just looks a bit flat.