Little My has just left Clapton village. Sad fact. It's the end of an era. Meanwhile been looking for the rat down my cellar with a massive torch. Cleaner Woman identified a new smell down the cellar as l'odeur de souris morte*. She doesn't know I had a rat issue. Its for the best.
Rat is gone. Little My is gone. Never thought would be using a scented candle down the cellar. Symbolic, no? Stylistic service will be resumed tomorrow.