Classic! As regular readers of my drivel will know I am a jw of the live and let live variety. Mrs Gold is a bit more "zealous".

Anyhoo she's out and in the ministry (doorknocking) and she calls on this old biddy and her neighbour.
So she calls on this old girl in a "how's yer belly for spots, have a cuppa sort of way" and said old girl wants a window cleaner and Mrs. Gold offers my services.
Now as jw's you know - someone who is being called on regularly (magazine route) gets special treatment when it comes to offering hubby's services and so against all my better judgement she and her neighbour are allowed to call me out as and when it suits.
So for the princely sum of £20 I go out and clean these two adjoining ex- council terraces (with alley way through).
A week later Mrs Gold is spreading the word and her "call" says that I've missed out her downstairs windows and they're all smeary. Mrs Gold tells me the marks are definitely on the outside.
So there's me - all apology and pride, rushing round to put it right. I go round and it's all on the inside which due to the circumstances I squeegie off and prove the point.
"Ooh! I'm sorry, let me make it up to you - have a coffee and a cherry bakewell!"
Grrrrrrrr! I don't mind the old biddy getting it wrong but you'd think Mrs Gold could tell the difference between inside and outside muck wouldn't you?