I'm balancing a couple of files when -
"There's a mouse!"
I freeze for a second, before I lose all control and my head explodes over the back wall.
It is as calm as I can muster and in that respect, the very antithesis of calm. It is the kind of over-reaction which would get me a guest spot on Big Brother.
"Yes, in the corner".
I do not understand why there is not more panic. There is a mouse. Probably a dead mouse. And I cannot work out if dead is better than alive. Because, great it's not moving and is therefore not going to climb on me, but, urrggh, it's dead and decaying and everything that involves. Either way - it's a mouse.
"You're joking, right?"
This has to be the reason. My mouse-freak out is now public knowledge. This is what happens when you have a blog and stop being indiscreet about actors and start being indiscreet about yourself. Public mockery.
"No, look -"
I do not want to look. This would not be a good idea if only for the fact that I am the first aider and would not be able to treat myself when my head exploded -
I see the mouse. It is a sort of off-white, average size, with a rather long tail.
It also has 'Evesham' branded on its front.
"Oh..." I say. "You meant a mouse..."
"What else did you think I meant?"
I decide not to elaborate.