Sorry

Sorry for the poor quality of this but it was taken at 6am, one-handed with th'iPhone. A better blip would have been me, in nightwear, in the garden as I took it to the bin (as witnessed by one of my neighbours)

This is what I came downstairs to this morning: a dead beastie (which, following a discussion in the office, we've decided is a rat.) The only sign of damage was its left eye, hanging out.

I'm not a squeamish person, nor am I afraid of rodents, but I must admit to being glad this was dead when I found it and I didn't have to chase it around the lounge.

Funny that Elvis (The Cat) didn't eat it - he just hid on his bed looking a bit freaked out.