Heading For Darwin

As I stood in a high wind balanced on a stool directing the pressure washer jet over my head onto the roof of the conservatory this afternoon I reflected that this was just the kind of thing that people do before making an appearence in the celebrated Darwin awards, which are usually awarded postumously to people who prove that Darwin was right by doing stupid things which subsequently kill them.

As it happens I was lucky, and nothing particularly bad happened. I had taken the precuation of not drinking fifteen pints of Bud before starting out (which most winners usually do). The major irritation was that pesky wind, which sent clouds of water back over me in a most unfortunate way, so I did get very wet. But now the roof of the conservatory is nice and clean.