Some of you who take the time to actually read my drivel might remember the case of my ex-custie who decided she didn't like the price she was paying and changed my slip from £11 to £10 and said she had less windows than her neighbours and should therefore pay less.
I wrote to her explaining that not all houses in her street were the same price and that some paid more due to things like conservatories and stuff. Also I explained that her being in the middle of the rank I had to scale a wall as her house was less accessible.
Anyhoo she said ten quid or not at all and I said you owe me a pound for last time and the future rate will be £11 as agreed. She cancelled.
A year later she puts her head out of the window and asks how much to take her on again. I reply "still £11 if you have them done regularly as previously."
She says I'll pay ten pounds and not a penny more and I said no and she slammed the window shut.
So today I'm cleaning her adjoining neighbour (wfp) and she watches from the upstairs window and this is how it goes:-
Mrs Nutter: "Careful! You're messing up my windows, I've just cleaned them."
Gold: "No I'm not. The wind is in the wrong direction for me to have done that and besides it's recently stopped raining."
Mrs Nutter: "It's you - you sprayed the side of my windows I'll have to clean them again.
Gold: "I think you're just making an issue out of nothing."
Mrs Nutter: "Don't be so rude!"
Gold: "I'm not going to continue this conversation madam, good afternoon!"
Mrs Nutter: (slamming window) "Humph!" Now I'm going to have to do the downstairs one too."
I carry on and ask my custy if her neighbour has something wrong with her and then she comes out again and starts rubbing the downstairs window with a cloth.
Gold: "You've missed that squeegee mark at the top of the window madam! Look (pointing) there it is mixed in with that soapy run you've left!"

Mrs Nutter: (Scrubbing furiously and going red) "Oh! I'm not standing for this!"
And she slams the window from the outside and goes in.
My custy looks at me and says that she has been doing her own windows for the last two years and that her husband won't and she (custy) can't understand what's wrong with her as it's obvious it's been raining!
Then she gets me a cuppa and four (yes four!) chocolate biscuits. Yummy.
Overall I've got loads more good than bad!