I see that tomorrow the Queen is visiting the BBC's snazzy new extension to Broadcasting House.
I was there a few weeks ago, having found a quiet corner for a meeting-
When a mouse scuttled across the floor.
I squealed. But I daresay Her Majesty has a stiffer upper lip.
I am sure she never kicks the royal handbag under her chair.
But I hoicked mine onto the table. In case the mouse hitched a ride home with me.
5 comments:
Mary, you are truly something else!
God bless Dear! Don't stop blogging please, you'd be missed!
Oh, a poor little mouse would be far more scared of you than you of it.
Thank you, Noelle - what a kind comment!
No it wouldn't, Toffeeapple!
It's not that long ago that a mouse in the Salford studios very nearly brought a radio five live broadcast to a swift and undignified close. Perhaps the BBC should spend some of our licence money on a couple of cats.
Must admit, I was shocked given that it's such a new building, Alex! Did make me feel guilty to be sitting there eating biscuits and dropping crumbs!
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