This week one incident stands out against many as I learnt how to stop mice getting into my flat. I know this sounds bizzare but it was something that had to be done. Finding one mouse in the flat is bad enough but I drew the line when the seventh showed up. So carted with the debit card I set off to B&Q to get mouse traps. Now a few days on and the hole in the pipe leading into my flat bloacked off by the landlord, I feel comfortable enough to relax to get on with uni work. No longer is there an excuse not to do the weeks reading for uni, not that many tutors would accept that excuse.
So if anyone finds themselves in the same situation as me, feel free to contact me as their local mouse-buster.
