Of Mice & Men
Jun. 15th, 2011 11:58 pmSo... a couple of weeks ago, we went to watch the first of three annual 'State of Origin' Rugby League games at a relatively local pub with some friends... a sort-of-tradition started by a workmate of my L-SP's about three years ago.
After tolerating the average pub food, the surrounding idiots & yobbos & being too close to the constantly-opening-doors for warmth & comfort, both L-SP & I made the offer of hosting the next game-viewing at our place, promising better food, atmosphere & warmth...& a much bigger TV screen than most pubs could offer (Ours is rather large!!).
Beware the casual offer made in the heat of the moment. About three days ago, it dawned on us that we had a party of five to feed & water. So, off to a bulk-meat supplier, liquor shop, supermarket & a couple of last-minute-panic-purchase purveyors & by kick-off tonight we were able to supply a pretty decent three-course meal for five people at probably less cost than the nearest pub would offer.
The home team won... there was precious little in the way of leftovers & the main excitement was provided after the game by the discovery of a mouse in the kitchen. The slippery little bugger evaded capture & release, but don't worry... I have a very good idea of where its lair is, but have been expressly forbidden to lay down poison baits, so we're relying on a few 'humane' traps to do the job.
Problem is... our kitchen backs onto the back yard via a door which is mostly kept open due to the presumed 'need' of the dog which lives upstairs in our duplex.Frankly, I'm amazed it's taken this long to have any kind of problem & at the same time I'm relieved it's only mice & not something bigger in the rodent family. And they say dogs are great catchers of rodents... Judging by the lack of mouse carcasses around here, I say that's a load of stool-juice!!
Never a dull moment here at WaitingManor...
After tolerating the average pub food, the surrounding idiots & yobbos & being too close to the constantly-opening-doors for warmth & comfort, both L-SP & I made the offer of hosting the next game-viewing at our place, promising better food, atmosphere & warmth...& a much bigger TV screen than most pubs could offer (Ours is rather large!!).
Beware the casual offer made in the heat of the moment. About three days ago, it dawned on us that we had a party of five to feed & water. So, off to a bulk-meat supplier, liquor shop, supermarket & a couple of last-minute-panic-purchase purveyors & by kick-off tonight we were able to supply a pretty decent three-course meal for five people at probably less cost than the nearest pub would offer.
The home team won... there was precious little in the way of leftovers & the main excitement was provided after the game by the discovery of a mouse in the kitchen. The slippery little bugger evaded capture & release, but don't worry... I have a very good idea of where its lair is, but have been expressly forbidden to lay down poison baits, so we're relying on a few 'humane' traps to do the job.
Problem is... our kitchen backs onto the back yard via a door which is mostly kept open due to the presumed 'need' of the dog which lives upstairs in our duplex.Frankly, I'm amazed it's taken this long to have any kind of problem & at the same time I'm relieved it's only mice & not something bigger in the rodent family. And they say dogs are great catchers of rodents... Judging by the lack of mouse carcasses around here, I say that's a load of stool-juice!!
Never a dull moment here at WaitingManor...