Daisy popped in through the side hatch making slightly muffly sounds as against her normal "chirruppy" greeting. I dropped my book and legged it after her towards the bathroom, G dropped the computer and legged it after the both of us.
Somewhere in the confines of the bathroom she gave up the fight and let go of the mouse which promptly ran behind the bin. G grabbed the bin and dropped it on his toe - I grabbed the glass out of the porthole and bashed myself on the nose. The mouse was safely re-captured and released onto the bank without damage.
If you see a pair of old biddys - one limping and one with black eyes and a bloody nose - then you've found the crew of Matilda Rose.