A lot of mice are losing their lives in our traps, sometimes two at a time. Today, Steve asked, “How many mice do you think we’ve got? Fifteen, twenty?” I said, “It’s definitely a whole village.” We’ve got four traps out tonight.

My Fair Lady: Spectacular production by Orange Civic Theatre on Sunday. But I prefer the Pygmalion ending. It’s unendurable that Eliza goes back to fetch Higgins’s slippers.

We let out a possum the other day – took it up to Boundary Road in a cage, let it out, shone the torch up the tree as it went up. I wonder how it’s getting on. We looked back down to the lights of town. Steve said the possum would either make its way into town, or die.