Well, one very untidy bedroom, food cartons, dirty plates and cups, pop bottles, dirty washing, papers and books everywhere. . . so, after many, many nagging hours and no joy, severe action was needed. After looking for fake mice droppings online and finding nothing, I found a youtube video on making some. Black paint and rice. Ok, sorted, done Friday, little drops placed around his room.
Yesterday, concerned voice, he asked me to look at them. I had to keep a straight face as he worried about sleeping next to the "mice". They had been on his keyboard, his drawers, his shelves and on his bed. He vowed to clean up. We went looking at motorbikes. Came home, he lay on settee refusing to go into his room.
Sometime later he then somehow said that I had found some fake mice droppings online and used them. My face said it all, grinning away. "You have, haven't you, it's not mice droppings, is it?" I had to come clean
. He had wondered how mice could jump onto his windowsill without any means to get on, pole vaulting mice perhaps? So cover blown, plan failed and no bedroom cleaned. (Yet!) Maybe the next step is to buy some mice?????

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but with the exhortation that he would be grateful if we did not touch anything! It was scarily UNtidy, with space to put ones feet down at an absolute premium. The strange artworks and posters on his walls, seen again in the half light of early morning, made me want to pull the covers back over my head! I love him to bits and I suppose I should have been quite pleased that he would even countenance having anyone else staying in there - mine would only open their doors to me at that age in the face of much cajoling and then dire threats!
. She tidied it, painted the walls and has kept it perfect ever since. Yes, aged 40+ she is still here and with a toddler in tow, and often moaning that I have too many knickknacks for us to keep the place tidy!