Good looking donuts there, havoc. You've inspired me to go to the Farmers' Market tomorrow morning. There's a little bakery stall there where they sell delicious pastries and donuts.
Helena belated birthday wishes to those celebrating. Hope you'll get a moment to draw breath after the busyness subsides.
Death it sounds as if the porter had a great many friends and will be truly missed.
lemons wishing DS a speedy recovery, and I hope you don't catch the bug.
The exterminator came and pulled out the stove to see where the mice could be getting in (because I have bunged up all the little holes I could find with steel wool) - there was a nice big hole in the wall where the gas line came in. I was able to sweep out several lost knives, forks, and spoons, plus a dozen ping pong balls of Dcat's and nearly all her pom poms, as well as a handy little filet knife, all of which had found their way under the stove over the years. I disposed of the cat toys, but the cutlery I soaked in bleach, and it will go through the hottest cycle of the dishwasher, hopefully to fight another day.
I bought some mint essential oil and dabbed some on cotton balls to deter any more mice. The empty apartment downstairs will have new tenants next month, and apparently they also have a cat, so I feel the mouse issue will be history soon even though my own Dcat hasnt exactly covered herself in glory during this episode.