Of mice and flies

Since the lockdown, we see pictures of some towns invaded by wild goats or deer, enjoying the quiet streets and freedom from humans. We are invaded by mice. We had a plague of flies in the kitchen yesterday, hundreds of them swarming round even with the windows closed. I pulled one of the kickboards away from the bottom of the cupboards, and found several dead mice, some in an advanced state of decay, naught but scruffy fur left like a pile of fluff in the far corners. I pulled out what I could of the remains, but was not feeling well with sweat pouring down my brow, and collapsed on the Chesterfield to recover over a large glass of Remy Martin.

I was in no condition to pull off more kickboards, so Ann called our son-in-law, Sam, who is a life-saver on these occasions, and who promised to come round as soon as he'd finished walking his dogs, and had his tea. We are aware of the rules for isolation, but pest control is allowed under the restrictions, so I certainly would describe his work as an essential service and we didn't feel badly about him coming round. Ann kept a discrete distance down the hall; I remained on the couch.

He cleaned out another large number of mice in the far corner, and this morning came round to cement up a number of holes he'd found in the brickwork outside. Inside, we pulled everything from all the cupboards and had to scrub them hard to clean out the droppings. This in one disadvantage of rural living; but I suppose mice inhabit towns too. Between them MA and Sam have been so supportive, doing our shopping and helping in other ways. We can never repay them.

Our PM continues in intensive care, a lesson to all of how dangerous this disease is. It is not like the figure of death stalking in the night with his little scythe, but more like an army of  great tractors towing giant reapers round the world. Even in extremis, he is sent some messages hoping he suffers and dies. It is incredible the depths of dirt some people's minds grovel in; how vicious the on-line community can be.

Astronomical note: the moon is at its closest approach to earth tonight. From my window it is full and crystal clear, being the biggest and brightest full moon of the year. It even has a special name: a pink supermoon, but I missed the pink display when it rose above the horizon like a flaming red sunrise.