In the past I have been out at work when the window cleaners come to do their five minutes and six pounds worth of squeegee-ing. I just come home to a tiny scrap of white paper with ' WINDOWS CLEANED TODAY' which I leave lying on top of the cabinet with all the dog leads and paraphernalia until the one who collects the money calls round.
Today I was sitting with my iPad, looking at employment agency websites and sneaking a few minutes on Virtual Families (because I'm obsessed with it at the moment) when I heard a clatter outside. The side gate being opened and ladders being placed up against the side of the house.
"oh no, the bedroom,". I leapt up, flung my precious gadget to one side and raced upstairs as fast as I could hoping to beat them to the top of the ladder.
Bugger, Big Dudes door was locked, pass code required (this is to prevent Little Dude stealing all his 16+ xbox games and starting WW3!). Then I clambered through the obstacle course of clothes, electrical leads, bits of er 'things' and dirty plates, mugs and glasses in order to reach the window.
Luckily they were doing the back first and I knew those rooms were reasonably tidy, well tidy enough for window cleaners, who I'm sure see some sights on the rounds. But I was not having strangers seeing what my son lives in.
I had to position the blinds just enough so that they hid the room but didn't looked like I'd closed them on purpose. ( could someone please explain this irrational thought process of mine), I have no idea why I needed to do that, but that's all I thought about.
I then played hide from the window cleaner while they went from room to room. I have this thing about watching workers do jobs in my house. I don't want them to think I'm checking on them so keep out of their way. I know, but it isn't as bad as insisting washing is hung up with matching pegs. Now that IS odd!
Of course, now I feel guilty because the inside windows are obviously hacky and I need to remember to clean them tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just buy some nice nets!
I love it!
ReplyDeleteOh I so know that feeling (that's the window cleaner not the pegs)I have to ask - but think I know the answer. Would Big Dude's room still been a mess if you had still be out?
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