The pest I’ll never forget: I turned the toaster upside down. A mouse fell out

We tried humane traps, wire wool, hardcore cleaning regimes. Nothing worked. In the end, I wondered if the mice in our house were the real residents, while we were the intruders Some of the happiest years of my 20s were spent in a house-share in east London. Four of us were…

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