I cleaned a lounge carpet this afternoon. On arrival I asked to see the carpet before unpacking my kit and was shown to what can only be described as an aladdins cave.
Nothing had been moved (except for a foot stool turned upside down onto a sofa?) the floor was covered in bric a brac, piles of books, cd's, dvd's, brass ornaments, dolls and in the corner a big clown with a sad face about 4 foot tall. ( clowns scare the _ _ _ _ out of me )
Anyway I unpacked my gear and went to ask if they could clear some of the clutter so i can clean the carpet underneath -I was told to clean around it as it was her day off work today !
She and her partner then sat playing world of war or dungeons and dragons or something on a 50 inch plasma TV in the room I was
cleaning

- I just got on with it, keeping a watchful eye on the clown as I did.
It was one of those jobs where in the back of your mind your wondering if there going to drag you into the basement and place you in a makeshift cell next to the postman and the window cleaner. To be fair she did offer me a drink but whilst I was in the kitchen filling my bucket I'd noticed about 200 used tea bags piled on the kitchen worktop along with a fortnights worth of empty takeaway containers - I politely refused.
But the main reason these people go in the weird file and one I still cant get my head around isn't the clown or the clutter or the mountain of tea bags...... no its because I noticed they had 2 framed certificates on the wall in the lounge..................on closer inspection I could see they were actually his and her birth certificates :
Now I appologise if any of you guys have your birth certificates on display in your living room, but as far as I'm concerned anyone who does, and thinks a 4ft frowning clown is tasteful decor needs to be on heavy medication.
Anyway they didn't murder me and I got payed.
Paul