When I was born I was queuing up for the straws......they had run out by the time I got there......... not even a short one
and it went down hill after that, it just seems that when things start to go well, it is followed by a disaster and I have to start all over again and finding mice in my flat just pushed me to the limit, there is nothing worse getting up in the middle of the night to find a dead mouse in your kitchen and then wondering the rest of the night will one come into the bedroom.
It may be small to some people, but to me it's a big deal and I hate it, but the good news I have someone coming around next week.
Many thanks for your concern