Door Mice

The man-flu escalated to debilitating levels yesterday, hence the lack of blip. Sounds like a sorry excuse now but I was genuinely quite poorly (sob, sob). This thing - Blipping, rather than man-flu - has clearly gotten hold of me, and my blip-deficit induced guilt levels have grown and grown as the day's gone by. In between moping at my desk, sniffling and generally feeling sorry for myself I was genuinely distraught.

Anyway, feeling a little better now, although the cough is at that tickly, convulsive, bright-red-face-gasping-for-air stage. I wanted to introduce you to the mice who, for the last year, have stood guard at the mouse hole next to the fireplace. Their commitment to the door-tending cause is tireless, always there whenever there's someone in the lounge, they never seem to take a break! Oh no, more guilt, perhaps I could learn a few lessons from them.