Oh Dear

Oh dear. Myself was correct (of course) about the rats beneath His workshop. Sadly, had not realised the full extent of their diggings. A terrifyingly loud crash late yesterday afternoon announced the fall of His large and heavy old lathe. Followed by some very rude words and comments about all the rats running around His feet and a bellow for Her to come and help. Apparently the stone slabs on the floor had been burrowed beneath and could no longer support the weight of the lathe which now blocked His exit from the shed. As She pointed out (extremely reasonably although it didn't improve His temper) if He couldn't move it She wasn't going to have much luck. After a great deal of discussion He decided to cut a hole in the back wall (wooden planking) as it was the only way out. This was duly done with only minimal damage to His apricot tree which grows outside. Now He says He has a bad back from having to bend so low to get out. (She refrained from telling Him He should have sawed the hole a bit bigger.)