So I should confirm that my grandmother does have a mouse running about her house.
I've been trying to avoid sharing this story for about a week now because in all seriousness we've got the little bugger surrounded and are attempting to negotiate the terms of his exit. As part of this process we've determined that the only two ways he could have entered the property is by being dropped down the chimney or being brought in through the front door by one of the many human visitors.
So if you think you've been having a bad couple of days try having a tr-party negotiation with my grandmother and father on this issue without using the phrase;
"Well you shouldn't have killed the fucking cat that then should you."
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