While reading Bryan Marlowe's column (Evening Press, January 4) horror of horrors the word mouse sprang to my eyes.

My heart thumped, my forehead and hands were wet with perspiration as my mind raced back over the years to when I was a 'country lass' and mother used to make me empty traps of dead mice (she also had a phobia). I thought Bryan, the word should have been mice not mouse, as I am sure they are not loners, especially with Jean's chocolates to hand.

I hope you managed to erase them from your home and future columns.

Olga J Simpson,

Arran Place, York.

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