They were hired to keep our home free from rodents.
They have failed.
Between them, and the electronic rodent repeller, we haven't had a rodent in the house for years, which is why it was so shocking that as I rummaged for some cleaning cloths, a large brown mouse jumped out of the box and ran over my hand to disappear into the dark space between the Rayburn and the saucepan cupboard.
These two snoozed on, unaware.
Their attitude seems to be that they deal with the vermin outside, anything indoors is for me.
I'll cut their rations if they don't deal with the problem soon.
Meanwhile, humane mouse traps have been set. Mousey could find himself going on holiday.
Max, under the watchful eye of Dobson, has been digging up the old fruit garden. Nasty, spiteful, gooseberry bushes and assorted spikey things have been dug up and rehomed.
The area will be returned to grass and we'll be planting another apple tree, along with a plum tree.
The rhubarb will be left in situ, it thrives there, probably because of the septic tank, although we won't talk about that one!
Meanwhile, over at The Old Parsonage, the attic bedrooms have been invaded by a swarm of hornets. Pest control have been called to deal with it and the top floor has been sealed off. Perhaps one little mouse in the kitchen isn't so bad after all.