Throughout the summer, we have fought an increasingly more tense battle. Every washing day, I go out with a Ken Dodd tickling stick and sweep them of the line. Every night, they return to spin even more complex and multitudinous webs.
But this morning, the beggars seriously escalated the warfare. I couldn't even get to the washing line; they had spun a web across our back passage between the side of the house and the fence!! I had to fight me way through it with the washing bag before I could even begin to use the tickling stick.
As Mrs O laughed, "Next time you step outside the back door, they'll probably drop a net over you!!"
