what i wore cycling into work in this morning

blue cycling shorts

white socks

beat up old black cycling shoes that are very cool

poly-pro long sleeved singlet

t-shirt

zip-up cycling jacket

poly-pro gloves with cycling gloves over them

I scared Matthew today. He was sitting in his bouncy thingie on the floor, looking wide-eyed around the room, and I started creeping up to him. He was looking at me, wondering what I was doing, and at the last moment I pounced on him.

His arms were flung back in fright, his little face scrunched up, his bottom lip pouted out and he was all set to cry, before I picked him up and held him and whispered in his ear I was only playing.

It's going to be so fun when he can talk and walk and wrestle and stuff.

I went to the Doctor's this evening. My wrist has been sore ever since that basketball game, not really getting better. I can't shake hands, it can hurt opening a door and it hurts squeezing my hand together to open or pull anything. I'm going to get an x-ray tomorrow to see if anything is broken.

We think there's a mouse behind the bookcase. For two days now, Gump has been camped at the edge of it, peering hopefully at the small crack where a mouse might suddenly appear from.

What this means is that tomorrow I'll have to take all the books from the shelves and move the bookcase to find the mouse. A pain in the ass, but worth it. One time we didn't know a mouse was behind there. We only suspected something when the putrid smell of a decomposing mouse began wafting around the room. I literally had the scrape the remains of the mouse off the wall where it had died.

Actually, that's not the grossest mouse story we have. We once noticed this really bad smell in the bedroom. Having had experience with these matters, we knew it was a mouse, but we couldn't pinpoint exactly where the smell was coming from. Over about four days it got progressively worse, so we finally turned the room upside down. No mouse. It was only when changing the sheets on the bed I found it. It had somehow got trapped inside the duvet cover. We'd been sleeping with a dead mouse on our bed.

Some days you wonder about the joys cats really bring you.

Thinking of mice, and digressing for your amusement and my embarrassment, once, when I was maybe 18 or 19, I went, on a Saturday morning, to get some clothes from my draw. They were all wet, from the top draw to the bottom.

Mice I thought, must be mice. But there were no other signs, apart from the wet clothes, of mice.

It was only in conversation later that day with my mother that we realised I'd arrived home very drunk the night before, woken up in the middle of the night, got up, mistaken my top drawer for the toilet - as you do - opened it and peed into it.

I have no idea why I'm wrote about that! Must be time for bed.