Went downstairs yesterday morning and was assailed by a smell of Calor gas - always a worrying sign. The gas hob was firmly switched off and the smell wasn't anywhere near the hob anyway. Thought nothing more of it till I smelled it again a few hours later near the TV. Hay suggested I look under the TV table - a dead mouse, which was obviously cat kill. Underfloor heating is brilliant, but not if you have a dead rodent hidden somewhere.
Talking of rodents, I wonder if next year's panto season is going to get a contemporary update with some wag developing a political theme to the traditional panto, having either Trump, Gove, Boris, Fox, Davis or Hunt as the villain.
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