Warning: Don't read this Maggie it's about mice!

I had so much trouble getting to sleep last night, and do you know why? No it wasn't noisy 'just friends spooning' going on in Alex's room, or even the sounds of Ben whispering sweet nothings to bike number 7 (yes that's right, there are now over twice the number of bikes than people in this house!), it was a smell.

We've had a lot of problems with mice in our house since the cold weather and the rain. It seems it brings them inside to shelter. I've seen a few pop out of the floor boards, and I even caught one the other day in my room that scurried into a hole in the bricks of my fire place. So anyway we've finally put down baits as they seem to have no interest in the mouse traps any more, despite earlier success of catching about 6. So my biggest concern is tiny rotting corpses about our house stinking up the place, which brings me back to the smell in my room.

I used to hear rustling noises under my bed until I plugged up the holes in the brick work. So I assumed this rotting meat/mould smell that was keeping me awake was a dead mouse nestled somewhere amongst boxes of my possessions beneath the bed. I didn't want to fish it out so late at night but the idea of sleeping over a tiny dead body was highly disturbing!

After hours of tossing and turning and finding various ways of blocking my delicate olfactory senses I finally managed to sleep. I had all kinds of bizarre dreams about mice in our house, I think my subconscious mind was a bit obsessed.

Anyway the next morning I was telling Ben about it, who simply tells me: 'I smelt that smell outside, it must be the bin'.

Crap! All I needed to do was move the fecking bin right outside my window...thanks boys!