<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242447.post-110141324888786744</id><published>2004-11-25T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:07:28.886Z</updated><title type='text'>mouses in houses</title><content type='html'>Just a quick line or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First hospital placement (on an elderly care ward) is working out well and I am really enjoying it. Old people are better than I thought they'd be, which is good, but also sad cos it shows how people of a certain age are perceived in a negative light for no good reason. I am pleased to have had the opportunity to have my eyes opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very tired because last night Maddy excelled herself, firstly by disappearing for an enntire evening and not reappearing by midnight and then by releasing a live mouse in the bedroom, chasing it under the bed, where absolutely everything we have no space for is stored, and then banging around under there, peepy-sqeaking and smacking things, for a good hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this hour I lay in bed trying to pretend that there wasn't a mouse under the bed, and trying to put the possibility that Maddy would at some point awaken me by dropping a dead, peeled mouse in my face, out of my mind.  Kev snored on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I took to the sofa in defiance, with my pillows and one very thin and totally inadequate blanket, whereupon I froze for about an hour or so, still terrified that Maddy would find me and bring me the mouse (going from past experience, when she once went to great lengths to deliver an perfectly intact garden spider directly onto my bare foot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just drifting to sleep, or into a hypothermic coma when suddenly a cat was thrown in my direction. The peepy-squeaking and smacking of inanimate objects had finally become too much for Kev and so both cat and mouse were captured. Highly disgruntled and slightly worn out cat was put in my custody, while mouse (amazingly still alive) was taken back to the woods across the road from whence he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans went back to bed, accompanied by defiant cat, who spent the remainder of the night biting anything which moved in case it was a mouse. Only had 3 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tired. 6 hours of lectures today. 2 lines of notes made. pizza ordered for tea. Going to bed at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242447-110141324888786744?l=flufffrommybrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flufffrommybrain.blogspot.com/feeds/110141324888786744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242447&amp;postID=110141324888786744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242447/posts/default/110141324888786744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242447/posts/default/110141324888786744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flufffrommybrain.blogspot.com/2004/11/mouses-in-houses.html' title='mouses in houses'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06471274142989570176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12853604878070773492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry>