So I'm thinking if my child had acted in that way I would have torn him off a strip and made him apologise but he's probably just reflecting what's been just said in the house anyway.
So we carry on and finish the job and DtM tells me that Mr T. had a right old snooty attitude on and told him that perhaps a ladder and a bit of elbow grease would be in order.

Anyway as I'm dragging the hose up the steps to the van I can see the tops of the upper cills on one side of the house and if I say so myself they are spotless. So I think I will go and find Mr T. for a chat a la dumpee.
So I go to the door and Mrs T has the cheque in her hand and I ask if her husband is about as when he spoke to Dan he seemed to have "some concerns about the method we use and the cills and that Mr T wonders whether he wants to continue using us but that he'll see how the windows are this time."
Mrs T looks a bit surprised but said that Mr T was reaching out the bedroom windows to wipe the cills on the weekend as they were quite mucky. I say I'm not surprised as they are surrounded by trees and it's been eight weeks since we've been.
She says that her husband likes the old way where the cills can be wiped but that "not to worry as we can't find anyone"

So I say well if you want someone who is prepared to risk their neck getting a ladder down all these steps and then climbing up it ten times to do your upper cills then you might have a problem.
"What's that?" she asks.
"When he falls and is sat watching Jeremy Kyle and the ambulance chasing solicitors get through to him and you know he could've cleaned your windows a safer way you might get sued."
"Point taken." says she. "But anyway we can't find anyone else so we'll stay as we are."
Me: "Are you sure Mr T isn't available because I'd like to say the next thing direct to him."
Her: "No he was on the phone; you can talk to me."
Me: "Well as you'd like someone else to clean your windows I'll help you galvanise your decision more quickly, because we won't be cleaning for you anymore, goodbye."
Her: "Oh er um well we're quite happy with the windows really .... um er where can we find someone?"
Me: "That's something for you and Mr T. to ponder as the long winter nights draw in but as for me, having been asked to "get lost", I'm "getting lost". Good day.
As Paul Coleman says - it's like having a weight from your shoulders when you ditch a customer that you really don't want to call on anymore.