Have you ever had the nasty experience of finding some poor little dead creature slap-bang in the middle of your floor?

Or, worse yet, has your 'oh so innocent looking cat' dropped a mutilated prey right at your feet and acted as if you should be pleased about it?

Well, the other night, after returning home from a publicity show and just wanting my bed, I was greeted in my bedroom not by a hot, beautiful saucy girl but a furry, long tailed, big eyed, scurrying MOUSE. I freaked! and soon became an unmistakably excited, jumping, squealing human chasing this mousie around my bedroom, leaping on the bed, pulling back the covers, lunging and pouncing here and there. I must admit racing a motorcycle at speed does not faze me, but this humungous mouse sort of did. My brothers came to look, and joined in, then mum, who thought it was funny, but good old Dad – what a hero. He grabbed the ‘big’ mouse (if mice can be big) by the tail and released him with a warning, I hope, that if he came back, it would be every mouse for himself!!

I have read somewhere that each time you make any kind of fuss over a mouse; it encourages the cat to bring more of them home. OH DEAR! I can just see it now – cat comes in with live mouse, drops it. My hair stands straight up and I scream. Cat not amused and flees. Half hour later Dad catches mouse and evicts, still live. Then all quiet until………. NEXT TIME

On the racing side, well, it’s been a basket of small issues. Things haven’t been right or good and it has shown! We’ve had continuous problems with the engine and suspension. But hey, Cadwell next, and that’s what we’re working for. Don’t forget if you are there; pop in for a chat and a cuppa!

C u all soon
Ta
David #89 xx