“I’ve come to do the windows,” says the Window Cleaner, stood at the door of my parents’ house. I don’t really know how I’m supposed to respond to this, so I shrug a “Very well” at him. It seems to do.
I head back upstairs and get back to work on the computer. I say work, but I mostly mean having the relevant window open, whilst using the internet to let me arse around and wonder about things like is there really any need for a sequel to 28 Days Later? Soon enough I hear the ladder being placed against the house and the “clunk clunk” of an approaching Window Cleaner. I feel distracted enough without having someone watch me, so I head downstairs for a biscuit.
I get downstairs and pass a window, and the Window Cleaner is there, cleaning that one too.
“That was bloody fast,” I muse. “A moment ago he was just soaping up upstairs, and then he beat me down here.”
I return upstairs, but am perplexed: he’s still at that first window.
“What the hell is going on?” I wonder.
My parents have identical twin Window Cleaners!!
I cannot help but rejoice at this discovery; I find it strangely excellent. Any hope of work is out the window (as it were), as I then have to spent the rest of the time they are there trying to think of some advertising tagline they could have to promote their rather unique selling point. I fail pretty miserably though, but think to myself it is the sort of thing Will would probably be very good at.
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