Yike! As I was tapping away at my previous entry, I saw a white blur come running along the windowsill of the partially opened window beside me. It's now a closed window, and I just saw the blur again go past and heard the patter of it's little feet on the leather of the roof behind me. It is, lest you think I'm about to be abducted by aliens, a rather mouse-sized and distinctly mouse shaped blur which I talking about here. I'm certainly glad I had the back window zipped up. As much as I have no ingrained fear of our rodent kin, I wouldn't care to wake up in the middle of the night with one doing an Irish jig on my head.

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Not as though there's anything wrong with Irish jigs, mind you.