For some time there has been a scrabbling in the wall cavities.
Sith our sole cat ( we have had up to 7 in a past life)
Who is now 13 and has always been a wimp takes little notice. So there is no point shoving him into the cavity.
The scrabbling is usually around 5.45 p.m. and then 6.45 a.m. The DP maintains that rats are nocturnal. So last night we blocked the holes, when it was dark, that he found in the garage. Then I panicked as I heard scrabbling in the sitting room, after the blocking of holes, so it obviously could not get out. I detest rats but do not want it to die a lingering death, there is the smell.....
So we are not sure what to do next. The DP wants me to get a Rentokil company or similar. Huh. We have got rid of rats before without paying. This was in a previous house. But that did involve blocking every hole and then the DP killing with a 4x4 plank the one that appeared drinking out of a toilet in the early hours. No more rats but the DP took a while to recover him being a pacifist.
Today I took myself off as the DP had done the same. He was off North with a packed lunch.
I did my usual .67 of a mile on Fraserburgh prom.
No surfers today.
Low tide in the morning. The Kessock Burn doing its own sculpting as it enters the North Sea.
And lots of sea birds having fun.
I had a delivery of some mugs for my shop (Buchan Birds and Beasts.)
These are done by Photoshop. I get nothing from them - but they are an ace company. My original paintings on to a mug which is dishwasher and microwave ok.
Did some painting. So much to do.....
Then went back to the beach to chill. Beautiful sunset reflected on to the beach and the real thing on the way home. Makes you forget you are old, stiff, and have an infestation of some sort of rodent.
Now I am having a glass of wine. And hoping all is silent from whatever it is.