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Cleaning Windows
We used to have a window cleaner. Or, rather, we had a succession of window cleaners. Every few weeks the smiley face on top of the ladder would change. I didn't like the situation. I reckoned that the job wasn't being done properly. And eventually (after an attempted burglary which I attributed- perhaps unfairly- to the latest in the succession of smiley faces) I fucked them off.
Now It's six months or more down the line and the windows are filthy. No way am I climbing a ladder. So what we've done is purchase this washcloth thing on a stick. And today, after weeks of sitting and looking at it in its box, I'm gonna get it out and give it a go.
Now It's six months or more down the line and the windows are filthy. No way am I climbing a ladder. So what we've done is purchase this washcloth thing on a stick. And today, after weeks of sitting and looking at it in its box, I'm gonna get it out and give it a go.