Grilled mouse
Last night when we were debating whether or not to put a film on, the electricity suddenly went off. We went out side to see if it was us or everyone and the street lights were on. Rob went into the garage to investigate. The electricity wouldn’t go back on so he opened the fuse box and there was a little dead mouse.

In the meantime I was in the house with Dom trying to find candles and matches in the dark. We managed to light a few and Rob came in to borrow my rubber gloves and find a stick to dislodge the mouse with. He wanted me to go with him (Just in case the mouse was still alive). I got ready to follow and realized that my cardigan had caught fire!! I shouted out to him that I was on fire but he just told me to hurry up and stop messing about. I managed to batter out the flames, which just scorched my clothes, by the way.

It was me who dislodged the mouse. “You smell of smoke” Olivier said. “Yes” I replied. “I told you I was on fire” “Why did you do that?” Rob asked.