I have had another rat trauma.
A very nice, handsome young man called yesterday, to remove a very dead, very unpleasantly odiferous, large, reeking, rat, from our ceiling cavity.
Even Gom, finally admitted to smelling the sickly sweet, rotting, stench of dead animal.
'They' do say our sense of smell diminishes with age,
It has not always been a blessing, nor a 'free treat, for me'.
Indeed, his diminishing sense of smell is a bloody curse!!. Sometimes I wish my sense of smell would vanish, but I am ever mindful of causing discomfort, or distress, among others.
So the offending carcass was duly removed from our premises. The nice young man braved the cavity of our redolent ceiling, & duly despatched the offending article. I was asked "Would you like to see it?" I declined politely. As our rubbish collection had not already taken place, it was duly despatched in the All puposes bin. Thank goodness it didnt ride around in a Weetbix box, in our car boot!
I was going to write another 'Other Lives' story, but we have had visitors, & I am flagging a little.
The 'crutchley' lightings have not been noticeably beneficial, but then again one 30 second treatment, plus one 60 second treatment would not warm the hairs upon my leg!!
My small nephew after studying his grandmother's arm carefully, looked up at her, said, "'Grandma'
This was said in all sincerity, & absolute innocence, & concern for her wellbeing. She loved that small grandson, & she loved that story.
She was a very small woman.
Our son, also her grandson, once studied a pattern she was knitting.
"'Grandma'" he said, "Are you knitting this for you?"
"Yes" she replied.
"Well," our son said. "I don't think it will fit you, because you are not as big as a woman!"
She loved this story too, & loved to remind our son, in later life.
We all still miss her. She had a wonderful sense of humour.
Randy Crawford, Almaz.