Last day on our street. Actually slightly drizzly, although this is the first rain we’ve seen since we arrived. For which we should take credit as we’ve remembered umbrellas. The one year we didn’t it rained copiously.
Flat has been excellent - with the exception of the day a mouse invaded. Not an unknown event in our summertime existence, of course. And when we awoke to a rustling sound we were just relieved to find it was caused by a mouse and not a rat. The saying that one is never more than six feet from a rat in London is almost certainly exaggeration ( and think I first heard it as ten feet anyway). But there are many rats. Plenty of mice as well. The prime minister’s residence at 10 Downing Street has Larry the Cat, official mouser who has outlasted several prime ministers - not all that difficult in recent years.
And with a high street full of restaurants and pubs and associated refuse no intelligent rat would trek three blocks over to investigate us.
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