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Merry kiss-mouse

Last week's fiasco with the car required me to replace the radiator at a cost of approximately 100 + VAT + labour + VAT on labour (no doubt). It also meant that I needed to arrange transport to get back to my home and then back to Karen's at the end of the week. It also meant that I needed to arrange transportation into work, which consisted of one train journey and 100 miles in one of our company's cars, which I had to be insured on, and which I generously filled up with diesel at the end of the week, even though it had only been half full when I had picked it up.

Total cost - I'd estimate nearly 300.

This morning, whilst putting a last minute christmas card into a big shiny red pillar box, I noticed that my right tail light wasn't working.

I popped round to the garage to get a replacement 12V 5W bulb for 1, which I fitted myself in about 12 seconds.

Conclusion: if I can find a way to cool a naturally aspirated petrol engine using only light bulbs, I may be in line for a Nobel prize.

Merry kiss-mouse, people. If you find a mouse on your windowsill, give it a kiss. The odds of it transferring a disease to you are sufficiently small that it is worth it for the joy that you will get when you see the smile on its little mousey face.

And remember, keep your mouth closed when you kiss mice. Though they like a big sloppy Frenchie with tongues as much as the next rodent, you should be conscious that they also like warm, damp holes in which to make a nest, and once a mouse gets under your tongue it can only be coaxed out by dangling small cubes of Gouda from your nose.

Pete · Tuesday December 23, 2003 13:10

In the fine tradition of no-one ever commenting on your posts, Pete, I will not be leaving a comment on this post.

Karen · December 23, 2003 13:42

Oh great, you've scared them away now.

Pete · December 23, 2003 14:10

You scared them. I was doing fine until you posted.

Karen · December 23, 2003 14:25

Right. That's it. I've had enough of this bloody Uborka. I'm going back to my own weblog.

Merry fucking Christmas.

Pete · December 23, 2003 15:07

Yeah! Good riddance.

Karen · December 23, 2003 15:11

You'll be sorry when I'm gone.

Pete · December 23, 2003 15:21

No I won't, I've got the mouse now. I don't need you.

Karen · December 23, 2003 15:31
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