Due to a few unforseen problems, ('emergency doctor's appointment and a short notice solicitor's appointment) I didn't start work till around 1.00 pm.
Anyway, I got to my first account, parked some way down the road and carried my back pack to the place to clean it.
It's a three-story charity home for Chavs; keeping them off the street.
So after a ten-minute wait, I eventually got all the sash windows closed and I started work. Four windows later, I saw something smearing all over a window. A young Chav's head appeared at the said window and I indicated for him to open the window, which he did.
'What's all that on your window?' I asked.
'It's chip fat!', said the Chav.
'How 'ruddy' hell did you get chip fat on your window?' I asked crossly.
'It's not my fault, it was Daz upstairs; he poured his chip fat out from his window', said the Chav.
I had to go home, get a clean brush, return and trad the affected windows; which was a pain; ladders too.
And to add insult to injury, on my return visit I parked the car in their extremely tight car park and scraped my bumper reversing out - AND - I lost my prime parking slot in the street where I had loads of other jobs to do.
I wasn't a happy teddy bear; my hands still smell of chips!
I think these Chavs should be conscripted in the army and posted to the Helman province in Afganistan. That'll teach 'em!