I woke up to find three mice in my humane trap. I daren't name the distant park where I released them
A small success at last in my battle to hold back the tide of mice flooding my kitchen for months, crapping and snacking, even though, I promise you, every surface is immaculately cleaned night and day, and not the weeniest crumb of food left anywhere, ever, except in the humane trap, which has been packed with chocolate cake, peanut butter and cheese for ages, but ignored – until last Tuesday, when guess what? I wake up and find three mice all in it together. Three!