An old girl I've been cleaning for for years...this a couple of months back:
"Oh Simon can I ask you to do something?"
"Sure what is it?"
"I need to get a few things into the loft."
"Sure OK."
Leads me into the spare bedroom and there's boxes and boxes and a standard lamp and a hoover and books and broken kitchen chairs and Xmas decorations and a Xmas tree and....and....and....and...
Up and down I go, up and down, up and down....45 mins later it's done. I'm covered in dust and cobwebs and wheezing because of all the dust up there....and sweating like a pork chop in a synagogue.
"OK Mrs Angles (genuinely her name) I'm off now, £8 please" (A 3 bed semi outs only).
She grubs around in her purse and pulls out a tenner....I fish around looking for £2 change....
....yep...she takes her change :
