So yesterday I was woken at 6am by DD crying because cat had found and was torturing a mouse. Mouse was apparently dealt with by DH and a few hours later I went to Sainsbury's which was if course in pre-Christmas crush. Half way down the cracker isle I thought "My toe feels funny" as if there was something else in my boot with my foot. Words cannot describe my HORROR when I took off my boot to shake out what I thought might be a lost sock from the laundry and out fell the mouse! Alive and crazy it ran up the aisle and started a huge commotion. I was trembling so much I had to lean on the cracker shelf for support, meanwhile poor Sainsbury's now have ruined reputation for poor pest control.