And yesterday morning when I left the house, there was something small, furry and rather dead on the front lawn. Still not quite sure what it was - a vole, maybe? Had it stayed there until tonight we'd have scraped it up and put it in the rubbish, but as it happens it vanished overnight. I suppose the fox which got it originally probably came back for it... I like that theory better than Attack Of The Zombie Voles.
The last bit of bathroom (part of the mirror) has finally arrived. The shower works. The bath works. The sink should be OK to use today. Is the end in sight?
