duck blanket that mum bought when pregnant with Helen and used with us all - Alice borrowed today

two days prior a plumber asks "do you have a pet mouse?"

"no" I answer - I don't ask him to qualify his question as I know that he has encountered a mouse, for which I wish to take no responsibility.

Today, I am hurrying to leave the house and forget to empty the dishwater in the sink.

I return to the house three hours later with my mum and the babies.

There is a mouse. A tiny mouse. Wet. Soaking. Flapping. I watch it climb onto the floating island sponge scourer. I get one of Chris's socks (!) and put the mouse in the sock to dry out. Well, not in the sock. On the sock. I then put the sock in a low tub and leave it on the floor. Now, I am aware that I have probably absolutely definitely not done the right thing. But, I am not sure what to do now. Bloody mouse. C come home now please.

How did the mouse get in to the sink? Eugh. Yuck. Eugh.

very unconnected tune that is providing some distratction