Sunday, 27 May 2012

Poor Substitute.

I’ve got a bird feeding contraption on my office window, in which I put a fat ball for the blue tits. Blue tits like fat balls, and I like watching them feed. But now it has a nocturnal mouse visitor. It seems that mice, too, like fat balls.

The problem is that it’s held in place with two suckers, and so it knocks against the window when it’s used. During the day it alerts me to the presence of a bird, but at night the curtains are drawn so all I get is a tap, tap, tapping at the window. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was bloody Greta Garbo hanging from the window ledge crying ‘Gottfried! Gottfried!’ in that way Swedish women do, but a bloody mouse...

5 comments:

andrea kiss said...

I don't know what's wrong with me today but the only think i could think after reading this is 'he's going to get some hits off of weird google searches because of this post.'

JJ Beazley said...

Nothing wrong, Andrea dear, just your accustomed and eminently lovable strangeness. And at least the weird searchers will get to see one of Pete and Dud's best ever sketches.

andrea kiss said...

:)

Anthropomorphica said...

Heeeeee, those mice are noisy buggers, they stamp around this place like they're wearing boots. Don't forget the broom JJ!

JJ Beazley said...

You're a bit fixated on that broom handle, aren't you Mel? Which bit of the one-legged Tarzan sketch do you remember? Mine is:

'I have absolutely nothing against your right leg. The problem is, neither have you.'