Tongue in cheek - a lesson about queues

A small post. As my first post notes, there are some appalling behaviours witnessed round these parts in shop queues.

So I was in Matalan and some lady walked in front of me in to the queue stating that that was her place and that she had just popped off to get something else. This was after I had left the queue earlier since I too had needed to get some more things.

I thought the rule was that if you left the queue, you lost your place and just had to join the end. So this got me thinking, should I be a Victor Meldrew type character and shout I don't believe it and tut loudly? Or should I print out little definitions of the word queue and laminate these. Then when someone wants to push ahead of me, I should smile sweetly and hand them a card. Or should I just let it pass like I do when I see someone who is obviously sans child park in a parent spot.

i know ...life is too short!

EEEEEK Mice

This week we found mouse droppings inside our house. Now we are mounting a campaign to get rid of them humanely. Admittedly the husband is doing most of the 'ridding' as there is no way you will catch me handling a live mouse. No way, no how. My job is to bleach the whole of our house whilst trying to keep the toddler safe.

Most sites recommend taking the mice 2 miles away from the house. But for now, Plumstead Common may find its got a few more inhabitants. Well 1 at least since that's how many we have caught.

The mice around here are clever. Last night the one caught by the trap managed to gnaw its way out. Out of hard, hard plastic. Gulp.

Any tips from fellow plumsteaders or from mice infested parents are welcome.

Late night travel doddle

Well I must admit I am pleasantly surprised. I moved here from north london which is on the underground. I have become a virtual prisoner in Plumstead as I dread taking public transport anywhere. Esp the use of the BR train / bus up to the common (did try walking up a few times and it darn well nearly killed me!)

However, having promised a mate to make a night out, I duly left on friday. Train straight to waterloo...lovely. Homeward bound jumped off at Woolwich arsenal and grabbed the 51 all the way to the common less than 10 mins later. Then a quick dash to my front door with a huge grin on my face which was somewhat lessened by the neighbours cat peeing in my front garden.

I can't WAIT to try the DLR now. And who knows, we may even venture with our pushchair back onto London Transport.

Yippeee. Now I'm off to find some cat repellent since the neighbour doesn't take kindly to me pelletting its cat.