A couple of days ago I was woken from a deep sleep by a sort of banging noise. At least I thought I had woken up, but soon realised that I was still dreaming a rather weird dream. I dreamt that Chantal was standing in darkness at the foot of the bed with a long pole in her hand, repeatedly hitting the bedroom ceiling. I slowly realised that Chantal really was standing at the foot of the bed with a long pole in her hand, repeatedly hitting the bedroom ceiling. I may have been awake after all, but I was still having some trouble interpreting what was going on.
It transpired that Chantal had been woken by scurrying and nibbling in the loft above our bedroom, and was trying to discourage the rats or mice from their nocturnal activity, which was keeping her awake. I was unable to discourage Chantal from her nocturnal activity which was by now keeping me awake. Just as I was drifting off again, there was renewed gnawing, and Chantal leapt out of bed, pulled down the loft ladder, and ascended it to confront whatever beasties were causing the trouble. They had the good sense to stay hidden. However Chantal announced to the sleeping world that she had found poo, although without her glasses was unable to determine whether it was from backside of a mouse or rat.
The rest of the night passed peacefully, as indeed have the last two nights since then. I think it’s time that we let the cats loose in the loft to earn their keep.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
