Get a phone call this morning. "Is that the window cleaners?" Yes it is. "I was pipping my horn at you earlier while you were cleaning a house and you didn't come over to my car." Oh right, I didn't know you were after me. "Can you come round and give me a quote." Ok, give me half an hour. What's your address? "Grange Cottage, it's a 5 bedroom house." Pound signs! I gets to the house and just about make out the word Grange from all the letters on the gate, plus the ones that had fallen off. I walk up the drive and oh my god what a fnuckin 💩hole. Old chicken coops all over the garden, windows falling out of the frames and then 3 dogs come running down the drive. Fnuck this I thought and started walking back to my van. Then I hear "HELLO!" So I turn back. Big fat ugly munter comes wobbling down the drive. Think I'll leave it I say. "What do you mean you'll leave it?" I don't want to clean your windows. "Why?" The dogs, I'm scared of them. "I'll lock them up." Nah, it's alright, I'll leave it. "Can I persuade you to clean my windows?" No. "You're just a big baby." No I'm not, I don't want to clean your windows and you can't force me to. "You're a big baby." Bye. Number blocked.