It's nearly two in the morning and I have been on a dinosaur hunt.

The Feegle woke about an hour ago and insisted that there were dinosaurs
hiding all over our apartment. I was forced to catch one living on top
of the 'fridge, a couple in the living room cupboards and a very elusive
one in the bathroom.

Still, it could have been worse; James (Holsenback) is probably
suffering from an infestation of princesses (or even fairies).

John
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Le 10/09/2014 02:50, Doctor John a écrit :
> It's nearly two in the morning and I have been on a dinosaur hunt.
> 
> The Feegle woke about an hour ago and insisted that there were dinosaurs
> hiding all over our apartment. I was forced to catch one living on top
> of the 'fridge, a couple in the living room cupboards and a very elusive
> one in the bathroom.
> 
> Still, it could have been worse; James (Holsenback) is probably
> suffering from an infestation of princesses (or even fairies).
> 
> John
> 
Did you check for mice ?

The hearing of the Feegle, due to the incredible genetic heritage and
its all mighty youth, might be able to catch the noise of the tiny rodents.

That or it's about time to introduce the feminine element that insists
on tidying up everything right after usage.

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On 09/09/2014 08:50 PM, Doctor John wrote:
> It's nearly two in the morning and I have been on a dinosaur hunt.
>
> The Feegle woke about an hour ago and insisted that there were dinosaurs
> hiding all over our apartment. I was forced to catch one living on top
> of the 'fridge, a couple in the living room cupboards and a very elusive
> one in the bathroom.
>
> Still, it could have been worse; James (Holsenback) is probably
> suffering from an infestation of princesses (or even fairies).

Spiders ... and bugs in general this week

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On 10/09/14 06:18, Le_Forgeron wrote:
> Did you check for mice ?
> 
> The hearing of the Feegle, due to the incredible genetic heritage and
> its all mighty youth, might be able to catch the noise of the tiny rodents.
> 

Nope. Definitely not mice. These were the big scaly things, with pointy
teeth and claws, which are visible only to small boys with over-active
imaginations. Luckily, disposing of them is easy. All you have to do is
put them in the nearest rubbish bin.

> That or it's about time to introduce the feminine element that insists
> on tidying up everything right after usage.
> 

Strangely, I'm the one who insists on tidying up immediately (except on
my desk, which _is_ tidy but nobody else seems to be able to
understand). When I'm cooking, I'm fanatical about cleaning as I work -
probably due to having worked in hotel kitchens during university holidays.

John
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On 10/09/14 12:04, James Holsenback wrote:
> 
> Spiders ... and bugs in general this week
> 

The real thing, I assume. Maybe your granddaughter could change them all
into frogs ;-)

John
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On Wed, 10 Sep 2014 01:50:30 +0100, Doctor John wrote:

> It's nearly two in the morning and I have been on a dinosaur hunt.
> 
> The Feegle woke about an hour ago and insisted that there were dinosaurs
> hiding all over our apartment. I was forced to catch one living on top
> of the 'fridge, a couple in the living room cupboards and a very elusive
> one in the bathroom.
> 
> Still, it could have been worse; James (Holsenback) is probably
> suffering from an infestation of princesses (or even fairies).

:)

Reminds me of when Amy and I first got together - Ken was 9, and we made 
the mistake of watching _Jurassic Park: The Lost World_ with him right 
before bedtime.

Our bedroom was a half level below the main level; his was a full level 
above the main level (it was a townhouse with 5 split levels).

About 2 AM or so, Ken found his way into our room - we had set up an 
"airlock" - closed hall door and closed bedroom door for our room - to 
keep the cats out at night (I'm rather severely allergic to them, we 
found out later).

He had successfully dodged the velociraptors that were in the dining room 
on the main level.  He said that he loved the cats, but they could 
essentially fend for themselves. :)

Jim



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besides, the pig likes it." - George Bernard Shaw

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