I got stuck in traffic for half an hour this morning on my way to work which wasn’t good because I was late anyway.
Half a flipping hour! If it wasn’t so hot my face would have been beetroot anyway because my blood pressure was hovering somewhere around 3000 on the Richter scale and I hadn’t had any breakfast.
Traffic jams, heat and hunger pangs are a bad combination on pretty much any day but today they were made even worse by the fact that I was stressed by the mouse!

The mouse has been hanging around my house for the past 2 days, no fault of its own, it’s dead. It’s even deader now that I reversed over it with the car and then nearly stood in it.
Nobody wants to stand in mouse guts right but you especially don’t want to stand in mouse guts whilst wearing your new gold sparkly flip flops with the embroidered bit on the front.
Oh no, that is not a good situation to find yourself in.

Luckily for me and my flip flops I noticed the various bits of mouse intestine and liver and what not spread all over the path before my feet made contact.
I would never have been able to wear my new gold sparkly flip flops with the embroidered bit on the front again.

This is itself would normally not bother me, ok, I’m a wee bit squeamish (especially when it comes to mouse guts) but I’m a pretty laid back kind of person and hey, at least I’m not the one with my guts spread all over the path and tyre prints across my head. Right?
Except today, I was stressed by the moth!

Hubby was away on Monday night and I had The Mother of all Moths in my bedroom.
I went to bed quite happily and was laying there admiring my new curtains and duvet cover and bamboo thingy hanging above my bed (Ikea, Ikea, I love you Ikea) and this big, mutant, freaky, massive winged beast of a thing attacked me and I was so scared I had to run out, shut the door behind me and sleep in the spare room.
When I went back in, in the morning there was no sign of it and then when Hubby came home I sent him in and he couldn’t find it either.

But the thing is I know it’s still there. This thing is crafty, it’s lurking somewhere waiting for its chance and then it’s going to jump out at me and flap its wings in my face and I’m all scared and stuff so every time I go into the bedroom I have to arm myself with a big tin of Elnette hairspray just in case it pounces.

Hubby told me they only live for a day and that it’s probably dead now but I think he was just saying that to shut me up and anyway, who wants a great big stinking moth carcass decomposing in their bedroom.

Maybe they do only live for a day. I’m away to Google it…………….