It was then that events took an interesting turn. As he was putting back the roof tiles, three of them slid out of his hands and tumbled to the ground with a loud crash. In turning round to see what had happened he stepped backwards and put a white boot through the bedroom ceiling, simultaneously snagging his other leg on the guttering. 'The font' who was still bustling around repairing the damage caused by the pigeon in the guest bedroom helpfully rushed downstairs to tell me that the bed was covered in plaster and that there was a leg sticking through the roof.
Going to sleep last night I could see the stars through the void in the ceiling created by the boot shaped hole and the missing roof tiles. Wilf thought it was all great fun. 'The font' less so. The bee mans odd job skills won't be called upon. If ever we move again it's going to be to a low maintenance new build.