Operation Ouch

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 the opportunity to out do my husband my role as Family Fummigator.

"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.