There is only one thing that mars this idyll.... rodents. On Monday night I could hear them scampering about, and there was a tapping sound somewhere too. At about 3.30am we heard the noise, and I sent Country Boy to investigate. He came back with nothing, but I made him escort me to the toilet, in case a rat was in my path (not sure what he was going to do about it, but I felt better having him there) as was part of our marriage vows (I promise to love, honour, and protect from creepy crawlies and rodents, for as long as we both shall live).
As you know, I am not really a country girl. The thought of creepy crawlies freaks me out. I just want them gone, but unfortunately they are not complying! I haven't seen them yet (and I hope I never do), but I know they are there, lurking, waiting for me!