The Lodger

A couple of weeks ago I had to move my pc, and it's now located in our loft, directly beneath the big central beam that holds the roof up!

I was working quietly one afternoon recently when, plop, something fell onto the sheet of paper wedged twixt my keyboard and screen. Upon investigation it looked suspiciously like a small poo...

Hmmm, not big enough for a rat (thank heavens); we do have sparrows nesting in the eaves but definitely the wrong shape and consistency for bird doodahs; could be a mouse, but slightly large... Perhaps it's a bat, but I can't see anything.

I didn't worry too much and in honesty soon forgot all about it. That is until Saturday when I found another piece on my keyboard.

Then this afternoon I was busy writing an entirely different blog entry (since scrapped) when, plop, another bit narrowly missed the telephone on my desk.

Starting to get just a tinsy bit paranoid, I found a longish plank of wood, raised it up and gave the central beam a good bash or ten. No scuttling noise, no little black winged thing tumbling out of the narrow void above the beam, in fact nothing at all.

Bemused I cleared it up and carried on.

At this point I have to explain that I'm wearing (amongst other things) a longish, floaty cotton top at the moment, that covers my legs nearly to the knees when I sit down.

A few minutes ago I was about to get up when something caught my eye. Another poo was rolling about in the 'apron' formed by my top.

Tissue paper. Closer inspection. Hmmm, I think I've sussed it Sherlock. There's a telltale little bit of white on the end of this poo, I've seen similar before. There used to be quite a bit of it at the villa I cleaned for a while last year... evidence of the gecko in residence!!

I don't mind sharing my home with a small lizard, but I do wish that even if he can't use the loo he might consider pooing on the floor instead of on top of me. It brings a whole new meaning to the expression "being sh*t on from a great height!"