Mousetrap (humane) duly purchased, but souris still at large. Only sign that he's still about is the disappearance of a small piece of chocolate I put down near the fridge as a test. Cheese, bread & bacon remain unmolested.
We are off skiing tomorrow. At least I am, if the weather allows - forecast is for heavy snow in the mountains tomorrow and there's a southerly gale howling up the Rhone valley today. La bienheureuse will come along for the ride (day trip organised by the social club at work) but be unable to ski due to a twisted ankle sustained during a dangerous transit of Milan airport yesterday.
In her absence on Weds evening, I dragged myself along to the pub to witness the real Arsenal reserves somehow manage to escape with a draw against the local rivals. Not very pleasant viewing, sitting next to a sullen Totts fan, with a chattering group of English exchange students behind. Just the sort of thing we crossed the channel to escape...
