We have new neighbours who are quite frankly twats. The woman sent round her window cleaner to do a more 'professional' job on our windows at her own expense. How kind. They have special rigging equipment and power hoses that reach everywhere and there is no doubt my windows are gleaming.
But here's the rub ... we are not mingers and get our windows done every two weeks by Dave. Come rain or shine, Dave is round with his knackered ladder and chamois. Dave has seen my boobs ( well he is a window cleaner) and still brings us a dozen eggs from his own chickens, despite being traumatised by my saggy tatters. Dave also strokes our cats kindly and chats about his grandchildren. Dave is probably 70 odd and shouldn't be up a ladder but won't retire. Dave's chamois has seen better days... haven't we all?
So, How the hell do I explain to Dave that my windows are so bloody gleaming? How can a pensioner in a beanie hat compete with a profesh company? I will be keeping Dave of course but I'm worried he'll notice the windows.
For the record, Dave does an excellent job considering his equipment.