Confessions of a Window Cleaner

The window cleaner came today. It was about 11am and he rang the door bell. I can't remember the last time I was in when the window cleaner came. In fact I don't ever remember meeting a window cleaner cleaning my own house.

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He rang the bell just to warn us that he was there. He had obviously spied that we were in and didn't want to scare us or perhaps see anything untoward through the window; very considerate.

He had a 'crew' with him, well two young lads, and he informed one that he needed to climb up onto the flat roof to be able to clean the upstairs windows. He then started on the downstairs. I went round the back to unlock the gate and he thanked me but said I needn't had bothered as 'they' would have just climbed over. Good to know.

It made me wonder what it might be like to be a window cleaner, climbing over peoples gates, walking over their roofs, peering into their windows. What kind of things do you think they see? Is it like that film by the same name as this blog? Do you think they go home at the end of the day and say, "You will never guess what I saw?"

They must have fabulous gossip.

I reckon it could be a good job, maybe a career change beckons?

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