I haven't been sleeping well this past week - excitement, adrenaline, fear, nerves cos of the play wot I am soon to be in, whatever. But each night, at precisely 4 am, I have been woken by the patter of tiny feet in the loft above.

Mice, I thought, that first night. We'd found an empty mousetrap up there when we moved in.

Fat mice, I thought, the second night. Heavy-footed, cobbled shoed, strutting mice.

Eh? What the hell?, I thought, the third night. Because whatever was up there kept dropping something that sounded like a coin on the floorboards....
and the loft is empty of personal effects.

So what is it? Mice with piggy banks, rats with (can't bear to think of that), squirrels with nuts?

I'm too scared to open the hatch and stick my head in to look.