WHERE ARE THE WILD THINGS?

So we are sitting - living room style. A mouse walks in. Stops, looks at me. Tries to act casual but is a dreadful actor and clearly senses a sort of fatal awkwardness.  It runs and hides behind Eastenders.

Consequently Eastenders loses its appeal so we went out to see "Where the Wild Things Are", to give the mouse a chance to get it together and move on. We hope it took the opportunity.