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Date: 01 January 1970 00:59:59
Was woken at 3.00 a.m. this morning by an irritating sound. Not the first time, either. Careful investigation showed it to be coming from the loft. Obviously I have lodgers! Unable to sleep, I donned dressing gown and slippers and braved the cold and dark to fetch the step ladder from the garage. (Mental note to self - really must get a loft ladder fitted)
If it's mice, they're certainly both brave and devious. They carried on whatever it was they were up to regardless, even when I switched on the light and clambered up into the loft. No scurrying feet, no mad panic (except perhaps from me as I contemplated just how much I really wanted to track down the source of the noise).
The scuffling and nibbling sounds seemed to be coming from the boxes of Christmas decorations. (Could we possibly have trapped Rudolph in there last year, I wonder) I steeled myself to move a few things about. All fell silent. I didn't look tooooooo enthusiatically but found no trace - not even the advent wreath had been nibbled. Obviously I had been imagining it.
Switch off the lights, close the trapdoor, put the steps away, back to bed.
"Ok lad's... coast's clear.... back to nibbling and scurrying again!"