Living in a house, a medium sized house, in the country

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a cat, in possession of a new country garden, is in want of a mouse. It seems it does not matter if this cat was previously the laziest stayabed city dweller. Suddenly, she finds country living provides her with a smorgasboard of tasty furry treats, which she feels she must share with us. Having only in recent months begun to enjoy a full nights sleep, we are now frequenlty woken up by the death shreeks of the local rodent population. Squeek.....skitter skitter....silence....squeek....skitter skitter....silence. A real treat at 2am and makes for a fun new treasure hunt every morning before the kids get up. So far she hasn't found the pond. I fear frogs will be noisier and softer underfoot.

Mol and Laurie have been busy playing and the current obsession seems to be "Doctoring". Mol was running around after her bath with just a stethoscope on and insisted on taking it into her cot. Removing a stethoscope from a sleeping babe turns out to be an operation in itself. The rest of us are covered with plastic plasters and bandages usually for strange underwater ailments (the Octonauts are a big favourite). I have high hopes for being kept well in my old age- long may the obsession continue, although maybe with more underwear on.

In other news it is raining. In the house. We have a damp back passage. A common and unpleasant complaint whoever you may be. On the plus side, hopefully the rain and decorative bucket instillation we have going on by the front door, will discourage the cat from goinng outside. Fingers crossed.