‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the motorhouse, not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse… Yup, I found a mouse in the motorhome on Christmas Day. Merry Christmouse to me!
Actually, it was even worse. I found evidence of a mouse (lots of droppings and it chewed through the lid of a tub of Bisto (other brands are available), a completely sealed packet of tea bags (Yorkshire, if you're interested)
