Ratatouille in Bristol.

Let me tell you a story. Are you sitting comfortably?? Got your peppermint tea?? Blanket?? Kleenex?This story is a sad tale. A tale of frightened females, vociferous vermin, and boiling water.

*coughs* So.... in a small city in the Southwest of England, lived 3 young women. Shaznay, Janizzle, and Juan-cheater had happily resided in their comfortable but humble student accomodation for 3 weeks. Many happy meals had been shared around their well worn wooden table. Tofu stir fries, chickpea curry, rice and peas, amongst other delicacies, had been warmly divided. All this, however, was about to change one misty morning in late October.

8 o' clock brought, what Shaznay thought, would be the start of a brand new day. New opportunities- sunshine, laughter, and medical books. Alas, alas, no! The thief cometh but to kill, chew through electrical wires, and destroy! A bloodcurdling scream arose from downstairs. Shaznay sat up in her bed, her breath visible in the air due a problem with the boiler which the landlord had yet to investigate (trust me, it was cold up in there!!...why was it taking 3 days for my clothes to dry???..the joke! anyway back to the story..).
The pitter-patter of size 7 feet could be heard scurrying up the stairs.
"Shaznay... shaznay!!!", came the voice from outside her bedroom door.
"What?!", she snapped.
A tearful sob escaped. "I saw it!".
"Saw what......?"
"A MOUSE!!"




part 2 continues tomorrow....