I think if everyone was honest we would all admit to the odd 'ooops' moment, this one was mega 'ooops' today.
The scene was set for us to turn up to deal with a matter of carpet moth throughout the upper landing of a country cottage, well that's what she called it on her e-mail from Switzerland, and she couldn't afford new carpets. The 'cottage' turned out to have 6 bedrooms upstairs and an indoor swimming pool on the ground floor.....not quite my idea of a cottage but anyway.
The landing problem which the grounds keeper told me had been an untreated problem for 2 years, turned out on inspection to have migrated to the 6 bedrooms. So the owner had to be texted (phones weren't working in that area and is relevant to what happens shortly) to comfirm satisfied with the price. "Yes" came the reply and "Oh can you do the annex too." So much for this being a quick job then.
So vacuuming commenced to see what was left of some areas of the carpets. Sprayed all the carpets with attention to the edges behind units etc, and moved onto the next part of my master plan which was to smoke fog all the upper floors areas. The groundsman was warned to stay out of the house for at least 2 hours and off I set with a pocket full of foggers.
Setting them off from the furthest point was going well (one per 30m/s) with number 6 set off at the top of the stairs (that's how big the 'cottage' was), giving enough time to get down the stairs, out the door before the smoke got me. Looking back to check, I looked up and saw the smoke detector almost pin point above the fogger which was chucking out it poison quite nicely thankyou.....but all too late to go back and move it.
Safely outside all sounded quiet.........for about 2 minutes.....then I heard an alarm from inside. Ah not a problem I thought but best let the groundsman know.
This is when it all started to go pear shaped.........because the alarm is connected to the fire station, the landline for whatever reason wasn't working and mobile network was limited to texts only......so we couldn't even call the relevant people to let them know.
The groundsman decides now's a good time to get the flock out of there (maybe he's a wanted person) and disappears with the dogs in his pickup, under the pretense it's lunchtime.
About 7 minutes later I hear the distant sound of two tone sirens. Oooops
3 minutes after that 2 large shiney red fire engines, blue lights going come shooting down the gravel drive.
The guys jump out of their trucks but before they start kicking down doors and pumping 40,000 litres of water around I make my appearence. "Oooops sorry I've cocked up with these" as I had over the MDS sheets for inspection. As they want to check indoors I made the suggestion that it might be a good idea to wear breathing apparatus. What happened next even amazed me as 3 of them opened the front door and walked straight in WITHOUT BREATHING GEAR.
There's oooops and then there's Oooops