I’m OK, you’re not OK
“You boarded up the bottom of the cupboards in the kitchen? Aren’t you afraid they can get out but not back in?” I paused. “Nope, I doubt it”. Well, this morning I was at my desk, psyching myself up for working on a Saturday and I heard some rustling in the kitchen, thinking, they’re baa-aack! A mouse was staring at me as if it had been sent by the others to check if the coast was clear. It ran off through the only place that was badly boarded up.
I made me a pot of the office coffee, as opposed to the smooth espresso I brew on the weekend, got down on my knees and sealed that sucker shut. The score is even again, topolini, just try me.