Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: September 17, 2006

say goodbye to my little friend

or at least i wish he was thinking about leaving...

everyday for about a month, we have to bleed the well: to open up the fissures in it from the size of a matchstick to the size of a thumb.
this involves leaving a hose running for a couple of hours.

i like to combine this with flooding the mole's tunnels and pissing him off like he pisses me off with his mole holes/hills each morning.

i don't actually wish the mole harm.
i just want him to consider my front lawns too damp for comfort and move elsewhere.
(we also have moles destroying the back lawns but i leave them in peace...i just want a 'nice' front lawn: damn the furry f***er.)

had brunch with fiona and gavin et al and continued with the removal of misc. detritus from various out buildings.
i think we have about 15 outbuildings.
some are bigger than others.
i found yet another door to yet another room i didn't know existed yesterday: it was hidden behind overgrown stinging nettles.
and it was FULL of rubbish.
it's going to take us many skips and many, many man hours to get things cleared here before we even start getting on top of what needs to be done.
we can't even get to pick up the windfalls every day.

neil came down and took the dogs out for a walk on the beach.

at sunset i walked maximum over the lane onto the marshland and fed a lonely swan some bread at the stream.
two white horses watched us from the opposite bank.
i can't think of another way to describe it which doesn't sound so naff, but my heart fluttered and i caught myself feeling truly happy again.

i asked maximum if he liked living here.
'yes, i do actually' he said.
this place is so beautiful: it's such a great place for the boys to grow up.

spent a while picking up dead cat-kill: a mouse, a shrew and (good effort) a rat.
mouse (our cat) is getting on top of things...which is good because we've thrown away all the poison we have found.
and apparently mrs.perou saw another black cat (not ours) in the garden today...hopefully they will learn to work as a vermin killing combo.

someone has suggested putting a weasel down mr.mole's hole to sort things out proper style.
(someone else suggested putting a hose on the exhaust of the car and gassing him)
maybe i should just send the cat down with torch?