And another one bites the dust!
Little terraced front at £6 every 8 weeks.
Last time:
Shaun: "You got water in my F'ing porch through the letter box, I had to mop it up with loadsa towels!"
Me: "Is it fixed?"
Shaun: "Dere's nuttin' wrong wid' it, you shouldn't blast it with water."
Me: "I don't; it's low pressure, but I'll make sure I don't touch the letter box as its seal is obviously faulty."
So I do it and get paid.
This time:
(In the van I say to Dan, go to the back of that one get started, I've got a feeling I won't be long at this one - just one of those gut instincts - and I'll do the front of yours.)
I tip up and as I press the bell, sure enough there's a knock from the inside of the window and a waving of the hand in a "don't do it" gesture.
"Here we go ... " I think to myself.
Shaun: "Oi've got moi grandson comin' to do somt'in to one of the windows so leave it this time."
Me: (John Inman flounce executed perfectly) "Dan! Dan! Like I said, I'll be over shortly; I'm on my way right now!"
Dan: "That was fast, I've not even started!"
Shaun: calling from the window at my retreating back "I'll have you next time!"
Me: "I'll have to see what my schedule is like Shaun, 'bye. Got to get on."
I know he's dumped, but he'll have to wait 'til next time to find out what I know for sure.