I'm not gonna deny it,
I thought by the time I hit middle-age I'd be reaping the financial
benefits of landing a highly trained professional as a husband.
But alas, life had a
more frugal existance in store for me. My naive young-self
eventually gave way to my more mature responsible-self and has since
embraced a life of bargain hunting and money saving. Every
opportunity to make/save a few quid is celebrated. Sometimes such
opportunities present us with a bit of a quandary;
Do we spend more and
invest in something that will last us longer?
Would we prefer to save
time over money and pay someone to do it?
And our most recent
dilemma; Would we rather risk life and limb or get the professionals
in?
A continual scratching
sound in the ceiling of our bathroom had alerted us to the presence
of something that was living in in the cavity betweeen our ceiling
and roof. Further investigations (AC looked outside) revealed we had
a wasps nest. AC formulated a plan to rid us of our lodgers. The plan involved climbing onto our roof through the skylight, shimmying one's way upto the outer edges of the roof and then fumigating them with
ant powder.
The only problem with
AC's plan was his extreme fear of wasps. And heights.
Unable to come up with
any alternative solution (see video below), I put Operation Ouch into
motion.
Donned in my PPE, I revelled in
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| "Your PPE isn't going to protect you if you if you fall off the roof" Grandma |
Grandma was right, although eager to get one up on my oldest dependant, I was very mindful of my other four. I used the utmost caution as I made my way towards the entrance of the wasps nest, my leg hooked inside as I made my way from bathroom to roof, and kept an arms length away form the roof's edge. AC's contributions were limited to shouting instructions from the ground.
