Noises Off

Shall take TYK rat hunting this afternoon. Maybe with TB along to assist. The wet has subsided sufficiently that walking out there is not too difficult and the holes (being higher than the rest of the allotment as they are in and around the old compost heap) are very visible. As are the muddy pathways created by hundreds of little ratty paws to-ing and fro-ing. (Not exaggeration - Count the paws and divide by 4. Education always tells.)

Last night He decided He had caught Man Flu from falling in the pond and slumped on the sofa all evening with a frequently emptied glass and bottle by His side. This morning She is less than happy as the drinks made Him snore. Mightily. All night. Even Myself could hear from the kitchen. And TYK got up several times to listen.