ARGHissimo: it's ant season. Found some wandering around the kitchen worktop when I was sent out to make custard*. Standing orders include using peppermint oil as a non-poisonous ant repellant, the smell gets everywhere (including the back of my throat as we speak), and I can't stand the taste of peppermint. That'll keep me out of the biscuit barrel for the forseeable.

Then I am requested and required to use ant spray on the outside of the kitchen window, and *that* taste gets everywhere, regardless of wind direction; then to wash my hands afterwards. Hot water and the cracks from eczema in my hands don't mix well.

I am not a happy MaJoC. *Argh*, in spades.

* Which ended up far too thick. I pleaded distraction, but Herself was Not Amused.