This Side of the Pond

Our home is under siege, defenses have been eroded, damage has been done and its occupants are living in terror. All of which wouldn’t be too much of an embarrassment if it weren’t that our attackers are three inches long.

We have mice, for the first time since I moved to this country. However it is that we’ve managed to live out in the sticks for this long without spotting a single rodent, it doesn’t seem to be working any more.

I was first alerted to the infiltration late one evening, as I sat in the back room curled up with a book. “Huh,” said my husband. “We’ve got a mou...