Here's my moan -
I pulled into a little cul de sac today where I've got 3 customers and this cheeky whippersnapper has the temerity to say hello to me. Anyway I obviously ignored him, bit my lip and carried on.
I couldn't beleive it - this guy was so fussy! He went round the edges carefully whereas any self-respecting traditionalist like me would have left a drip or two - and a half inch strip round the edges so that they could have seen where I'd cleaned.
It gets worse! This fellow obviously doesn't remember the long hot summer of '76 and hosepipe bans, and is so wasteful of water - I bet he changes it at least twice, or maybe even three times every week whether it needs it or not.
And I reckon he charges a tenner a house whereas my customers love me and give me cups of tea (two sugars and gold top milk please missus!) and I only charge two pounds ten shillings per house.
Its people like him that give chaps like me a bad name.
Anyway that's my moan out of the way!