but with my unfortunate bank balance I couldn't quite justify £25+ on a door stop. So much to the hilarity of my scathing boyfriend and his slightly bemused friend I started making myself my own mouse. It didn't quite go to plan and I've ended up with a creature that is more like a Womble of Wimbledon than anything else. You can judge for yourself...
my mouse...
That's the last time I send a boy to buy whiskery pipe cleaners- what kind of a mouse has whiskers like that!? I'm down but I'm not out. Watch this space for a new and improved mouse-stop (that people won't laugh at).
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