Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
The Intruder in the Attic
by admin - 23:14 on 13 November 2010
Matchgirl returned from The Granite City today, exhausted. She claimed the trip to Aberdeen was for business, although shopping, eating and socialising appear to have occupied much of her time. Seems more like monkey business to me.
However, it's good that she's back – I'll have someone to hold my hand when the scary noises happen in the small hours, which they've done for the past two nights.
A mouse is most likely to blame, his scrabblings amplified by the gap between interior and exterior walls, but a more unsettling possibility is an attic resident. Maybe Master Marten has found a comfy billet for the winter.
I've never ventured into the attic; nor has Matchgirl despite living in The Rural Retreat much longer than I have. This will be rectified if we can find a suitable ladder and a decent torch. After all, this week someone was paid £43 million from a vase they found in their attic. Who knows what treasure's in ours.
Sod's Law says it will be a lost Rembrandt, nibbled beyond repair.
Much of the day was spent in front of the Mac, preparing for The Grand Upload of The Bumper Book of Black Isle Snappery – a task successfully executed this evening. A copy for each of its authors should be delivered in a couple of weeks. Until then I'll keep my fingers crossed for decent colour reproduction and no typographical errors.
Dolphin James is already considering what the follow-up volume will be. Such enthusiasm.
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