5 dead mice, 5 dead mice...
...see how they don't run, see how they don't run.
if mices weren't so doubly incontinent, and hungry, they'd be alright to have around.
they're cute.
regardless, the rodent genocide continues.
started the day back-filling a trench.
then spent a solid 13hrs in my office retouching chipmunk and the royal opera shots.
stopped for a couple of hours in the evening to bath and put sons to bed.
mrs.perou's up london overnight, on the razzle, for a secret birthday party (not hers).
as i was returning to my office at 8pm and alarming and locking the sons in the house, i left maximum with the intercom which goes all round the farm.
'call me in my office if there's an emergency', i said.
'what kind of emergency?', maximum asked.
'if you're on fire...or if the house is on fire call me. z's asleep and you should be now too, so i don't expect to get a call from you: emergencies only, ok?'
20 minutes later i got a call from maximum: 'my story tape's run out'.
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