So Wednesday night I see a mouse in my living room, 2 hours of trying to get it were not fruitful so Thursday morning off to Tesco for enough poison to down and Elephant!!!!
So I am sat her eating breakfast and I hear it scrabbling, go and get DP and we find it is living in the bloody sofa 
Now I have 30 people coming for Christmas open house next weekend, I have 8 people here for Christmas and I need my sofa, no where will deliver new ones before Christmas.
So we carry the sofa outside, we slit the back open and I beat it half to death as I am not impressed...
At which point 15 year old DS1 ask if I have ever considered anger management 
Mouse dose a runner but is gone, sofa is then hoovered to with in an inch of its life and a whole can of dettol spray is used, I now have to duct tape the back closed (it lives against the wall) but all the same chavtastic!!!
DP is under orders to get me new sofas.
I don't think starting a weekend beating a sofa in the back garder is a good start, what the neighbours think I don't know, how ever mouse was last seen running in the their garden so I just might find out if they are beating a sofa to death in their back garden next Saturday morning 