At the moment we are at our summerhouse.

For many years ago, when my children were small, they found a wood mouse in the garden. My children gave the mouse the name Niklas and Niklas got some cheese of them. The next day there was a letter of thanks from Niklas (what the children first did not know was that it was I who had written that letter).

Now 14 years later we have some descendants of Niklas. We saw at least 3 small mice living a dangerous life with our cat Pelle in their neighborhood. The mice are cute while they are outside, I don?t like them in autumn when some of them move into the house.

I am sure my children will remember Niklas and the letter of thanks!