A few nights back, i awoke to the sounds of the Resident Mouse, rummaging around in the bin next to my door, digging the crumbs out of crisp packets (little bugger likes Prawn Cocktail, just like me). I got up and snuck over, listened to the nibbling and crunching, before carefully tying the bag shut, then lifting it out. Sensing that all wasnt
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