"One Two three a leerie ".
On Shambles Manor I have a wee "thingy" on the right hand side of my blog which allows folks to be transported to a past blog item ... sometimes travelling back a number of years ...... I have been known to click it myself and ending up laughing out loud while reading, remembering and reliving some memories of my childhood ... I must really be getting old, mind you I suppose the big problem will come when I'm reading about happenings in my life and I don't remember them AAAARRGHH !
This story relates to something which happened many years ago and which I set on this blog in January 2008 .
"Childhood Memories of long tailed creatures "... ENJOY !
Why is is that sometimes when I settle down to type an item for this blog my mind hits a brick wall and I cannot think what to type.... Does that happen to you at all ? Ohhhh I know what I'll tell you about ... talk about the past coming up to haunt you - someone was telling me recently about having a problem with mice in their house and it rung bells with me - I know - really must see about my Tinnitus....
This is something which will probably 'convince' you that I really am round the twist but here goes...
A long time ago when I was about ten years old and the world was in black and white my family moved from a flat in the town to stay in a house where the back garden and Drying Green backed on to a large field, I was the eldest of five children and to live near such a large open space was a great experience for us and we all have memories of great times playing there, when the grass was long we were hunters running through jungles , after the grass had been cut we would try to build huts and we would hide using the long grass and branches, it was an idyllic play area for youngsters.
The only problem we had during the first 5 years after we moved there was that when Winter was drawing in our lives were tormented by little field mice and no matter how my Dad sealed up holes, laid traps etc and did everything he could to stop them getting into our house he never succeeded in stopping these little rascals.
We would all be sitting round the TV on a winters night and we would hear a scuffle coming from somewhere and a little animal would shoot from the Kitchen across the floor of the Living Room to goodness knows where... this happening would be more than a little disconcerting for us kids especially those who were in the unfortunate position of being on the floor - rather than on one of the "chairs" belonging to "The Suite" - if you had not quickly bagged a seat then you would have to lie floorwards. (whilst keeping an eye open for little beasties with long tails).
As I said, my parents were driven demented by them for five years. One afternoon while we were all at school Mum was sitting at her sewing machine - going good style, ( she was probably making another matching outfit for us kids, from we were toddlers till we were too old for them, we each had a matching gingham set - girls skirts - boys shirts girls white tops, kind of like like the kids from the Sound of Music).
You think I'm kidding ??
The TV was on while she sewed and something she heard made her stop and take notice. Someone was being interviewed and was talking about how to get rid of mice and beasties from your house. The lady who was being interviewed said that all that was required would be to go into every room and walk-in cupboard in your house and just explain to the mice or whatever, that you were afraid of them and that they would be better off going to ........ and that "they" would like them to stay "there". The point of the missing words is to let you know that you had to tell the mice where to go, but you must not tell anyone else. This suggestion to Mum was helpful as at the time we had a little problem with a neighbour of ours. So this then was an electric light moment for Mum.
She thought about it for a couple of days, but said nothing to any of us and later in the week she tried it out. It was only afterwards that she owned up to what she had done. While she was doing it she said she felt thoroughly embarrassed and a right TWIT - but as she had come to the end of her tether she had to at least try it as she was dreading another winter with our little friends.
I swear that from that day on none of us ever saw any sign of any little wild creature in the house . My Mum lived another thirty years and died in that house which was still mice-less. All of our family can attest to this and all of us remember the fright you got each time one of the little tykes made an appearance.
I'll tell you something else too, none of us have ever had any problems with vermin of any kind in any of our houses and a few of us have lived in or near the countryside. I can't speak for the rest, but wherever I have lived I always have a little walkaround and had a word on the quiet with any tiny creatures that might be listening.
Many years later there was an article in the newspaper stating that "Buck House" (Buckingham Palace in London) was being inundated with mice and rats - Blimey ! who'd have thunk it Huh?
You know what's coming don't you? me being helpful, had to write and tell them what my Mum had done years ago to rid us of the little vagabonds and ask " them " (the power behind the throne - ie servants wot clean Her Majesties rooms ) to have a word on the QT with the little beggars and tell them - in no uncertain terms to go to ??? now there's a thing, where do they tell them to go ? Anyway, I reasoned that if it worked in our humble abode then there was no reason why it could not work there...
I thought - well, if nothing else ' they ' (whoever opened the envelope) would get a laugh. Blow me, if I didn't get a reply with the crest on the paperwork and everything from one of her Maj's ladeez or one of her many Secretaries who thanked me for my information and told me that "reports of the infestation had been exaggerated " yeah, right ! I'm damned sure there must be millions running about the House there. Her Maj probably never even heard a scoobie about getting rid of the long tailed pests - or about some "nutter" writing to her.
Just thinking about it though, can you imagine how long it would take to go round all the rooms and walk-in cupboards in the Palace ? Probably too much to expect some folk to do that job. Just you remember though the next time you read in the papers that the Palace is coping with an infestation of wee long tailed animals......
Hope todays little episode gave you a laugh - it quite cheered me up too..
Cheers to All from Scotland, where the midges rule and ' the Haggi roam the streets '.....
Lots of Love, Kate xxx.
** WARNING ** The reading of this article can Seriously Damage your Mental Health!
Although this sounds unbelieveable it is all completely true... Honest Injun !! (well - that is apart from the bit at the end about the Haggi roaming the streets ).