So I had a bit of a strange encounter on my way home from work yesterday. It was chucking it down with rain. I was walking through the city, with my umbrella up (as, like anyone else who uses an umbrella in the Brighton rain, I like to still get wet but battle with gale force winds). So my vision was slightly obscurred but I did notice a hand just in front carrying a little wooden cage. As I looked closer, I realised that inside were stuffed mice clawing at the cage. Real stuffed mice.