Again and Again

By Ripitup

The mouse hunter

My Dad decided that there was an urgent need to check for mice.

I declined the offer to check for myself how much was in the loft space for me to clear after he dies.

He then demonstrated his morning exercise routine and ate gingernut biscuits.

There was a hail storm and the large balls of ice were quite amazing to listen to and watch bouncing everywhere. I made morrocan chicken and cous cous for lunch, followed by cherry crumble.

Apparently there have been no mice for years.

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