Late last night I found myself standing outside in the dark with two little boys dressed in their pyjamas. We were all watching Daddy dig a hole in a special spot beneath the grapefruit tree.

This hole was for a dear little mouse... Cheesy (aka Zipporah). Cheesy had lived a long life filled with mothering and eating. We had all been anticipating this day.

I was surprised at how well the boys handled it... they each drew a message on a stone to place on Cheesy's grave.

As we walked back inside after saying our farewells to Cheesy, Master 10 piped up, "One down, two to go!"

Such a sensitive chap.