I know its getting a bit cooler, evenings are drawing in, but what the heck. What is it about this time of year?
Take last night, sitting watching TV heard a scratching from the corner of the room and we've got flippin Beatles. I jumped a mile, Paul and Ringo in the corner under the lampshade strumming away on their guitars. They had eaten half my bombay mix before I spotted them and then I noticed my gin had gone down. So I said I'm not putting up with this and storm up to bed. Half an hour later I hear a scratching from the ceiling and DH says not to worry its just a mouse. Like WTF, these noises are LOUD and deliberate. He gets the huff but eventually goes up in the attic to have a look and frickin' Bob Geldof is up there isn't he! Strutting around, banging against the rafters with the rest of the Boomtown Rats. Anyway we called The Police and eventually Sting turned up turfed them out so we could get back to sleep.
Toll forward to 7am, get up to go to work and hear the most almighty deep crashes and bangs coming from the kitchen. Not what I want on a weekend is Flaming Adam and his Ants crashing out their ant music on umpteen sets of drums. Frickin DS left the window open and that's how they got in.
Got back home this afternoon thinking the house will be a haven of peace now, but No! I can hear them half a mile away. Flock of bloody Seagulls have moved in and shitting all over the roof. Get to the garden gate, holes everywhere. Bloody everywhere. Echo and his frickin' Bunnymen have come in off the fields during harvest.
LOL at some posters freakin out at spiders. You should try living in Weybridge this time of year.