It was solidly decided that #4 would be my home for the next 4 months and then Frank appeared. Moments after this decision I heard a rustling of paper products. What ever could that be...but I knew goddamn well what it was. That was the sound of a mouse (oh please a mouse and not a rat!). I looked in the direction of the disturbance and our eyes locked. We both eeekkkked!!! and Frank scampered behind the wardrobe and I hid under my covers.
I officially have a mouse problem. Why not, it seems perfectly fitting that my room would be infested with rodents. It's getting cold and Frank needs provisions to feed what I assume to be a huge family living in the walls of The Adelaide.
On that note I do have a positive aspect of the approaching cold weather months that will soon consume Wellington...I have no heat. What this has meant in the last few days is no need to put the beer in the fridge. It's like when you go camping and put the 6-pack in the chilly waters of a near by stream but by stream I mean my freezing room.
I sleep in jammie pants, socks, undershirt, and topped off with my ASU sweatshirt. Probably why I'm sleeping alone but who cares...I keep the beer bedside - who needs a mini-fridge? Man, this place is basically paying for itself. Cheers Frank...a thimble of Tui awaits you my friend.
