Mouse, and, evidently, a number of his Friends and Relations, have taken up refuge in my sofa. They are spending their nights gradually chewing through our door. The flat is now booby trapped with an impressive 4 different kinds of traps. But Mouse is too sensible to eat the suspicious turquoise flakes that have turned up next to his mousehole in a suspicious plastic tray. The following stereotypical male vs female conversation ensued:

F: Look at these! They'll kill the bastards.
Me: Can't we try and catch them and then put them outside.
F: They'll get in again. Bastards!
Me: My boss says he'll lend me some humane traps.
F: Fuck that. Let's just kill the bastards.

Saw a news report at the weekend. Arson Wenger uttering the following statement "We really should have won that match."
Now, I have a limited knowledge of football, so bear with me, but as far as I know the gist is that you should try and score more goals than the other team. Chelsea scored a big round ZERO. Therefore, they shouldn't have won.

Went to an RAF wedding at the weekend, the reception taking place at RAF Strike Command, which was rather like having a wedding reception at an all-boys public school, except the uniforms were better. Except the women. The uniformed women looked like traffic wardens.

Laura Blomeley, a former sabbatical officer at QM and all-round lovely, generous, cheerful person, died last week. There is an obituary on the QM website, and you can post comments there too. My prayers are with Laura and her family.