Our kitchen sklylight was recently - how can I put this - defiled by what appeared to be a bird with an especially upset stomach. In a wee nod to Victorian times, we sent the children up onto the roof to clean it. Hey, they have to earn their pocket money somehow! We devised a cunning route via the garage roof which required them to cross the yawning chasm between it and the kitchen on a shoogly ladder. And they both did it.
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