So today is a welcome day off work, it’s had it’s ups and downs but all in all I’d say it’s been good.
This morning I carried on with a bit of my cross stitch…thought I’d give you an update…you can play spot the difference with it if you feel like it 🙂
This afternoon I went looking for some elastic thread that I know I have somewhere…I found no sign of it but I know it must be hanging around somewhere. I want to fix a bracelet for one of the ladies that I support so she can wear it for Christmas…it has bells on it and everything 🙂
Instead when I went rummaging in my study aka the place where paperwork goes to die I found this…
Now I know it can’t have been Toby because well honestly the place is hard to get into at the moment and there would have been a massive mess if he had done this, so there is only one conclusion……I have rodents.
I’ve started cleaning up in there and trying to find more evidence and I found it…only one tiny little piece of it but one little mouse dropping. Unfortunately where there is one there will always be more as I move all the rubbish around and where there is one mousey there is always more of them too!
Mouse and rat droppings aren’t that different, mostly it’s the size and a slight variation in the shape. I’ve seen rat droppings (there will probably still be some in the loft if you want a real photo of them) and these are definitely mousey ones.
Ah well after the anxiety of my mess having allowed rodents to make a home in my house calmed down and began tidying…I haven’t got far as there is sooo much to do, but I’m determined to get there.
Next came a phone call on the house phone. Anyone who knows me tries my mobile first so I usually assume that any phone call during the day is telesales and they get short shrift. But and I’m so happy to be able to say this, the phone call was from the community mental health team who assessed me nearly two months ago! Finally they have made a decision and are going to refer me on to the psychiatric team as they feel they wouldn’t be able to help me as much as I’m going to need. He couldn’t apologise for how long it has taken them enough and I think he must have been feeling bad about it because his stutter kicked off as he was apologising bless him.
It’s one less worry on my mind, I told him that my mood has been getting lower and lower so I was so glad to hear from him and he gave me the number for SPA or what used to be known as the crisis team just in case it gets too bad.
He listened to me…even though he’s not my therapist, he listened and for that I am so grateful to him and nearly ended up in tears. Just to be listened to, not judged, not panicked about because of it but just listened to…it meant so much.
I’ve taken Toby for a quick walk where he got to have a chat with Molly one of his favourite Heinz 57’s that lives on the next street. It might have been through the gate but he was still happy to see her and she was giddy as anything to say hello to him. Now I need to take some pain killers as the walking has kicked off my feet pain…not badly because we took it easy, but enough to warrant a naproxen me thinks.
The cleaning will have to recommence and I’ll search out a mouse trap…I know I have one somewhere…hopefully though just me being in and out of there will be enough to deter the little furries. I wish Toby was a ratter breed and would hunt them down for me!