I pinched this photo from someone else's blog recently, but I can't remember whose, sorry. She seems to have pinched it from someone called Ellen Van Deelen, so let's give her the credit for it. I'm only posting it up because I like it so much - no hidden meanings or anything.
You may remember (or may not) that rats have a special significance in our household, and I have a drawfull of 'Rat' line-drawings, some of which I have posted up here in the past. My little (term of affection) 17 year old girl has grown up with them (as has her brother), and recently, she and a few of her friends opened the draw and spent 20 minutes or so leafing through them all, letting out cries like, "Aww!" and "I remember that one!". She thinks I ought to put them into a children's book, but some of them are utterly obscene. I suppose I would have to leave those ones out, but that would be missing out on a lot of history.
Rat came about around 20 years ago, when certain food items mysteriously went missing from our cupboard when H.I. happened to be out. She would come home and ask, "Have you eaten the last .... ?" and I would deny it, but tell her that I just caught sight of a rat creeping into the cupboard before she returned, and he took on a life of his own thereafter.
I don't think that our compact but adorable city apartment has ever had any rodents in it since it was built about 250 years ago - at least nowhere other than the basement - but something had to take the blame.
A few weeks ago, H.I. came into the kitchen and said with a sombre look on her face, "I think we've got mice."
I asked her why she thought this, and she took me to a cupboard to show me a plastic carrier bag which seemed to have been torn into shreds to make nesting material, and I took a close look at it.
The happy ending to this story is that I can now confirm that Waitrose was not lying to us when they said that their plastic bags were bio-degradable, all those years ago.