So this is what happened:-
I told him I'd be there at 9am and I was about ten minutes early, so I waited on the old Aust Ferry road (which is half a mile from the custy's house) watching the high tide under the Old Severn Bridge in the glorious sunshine. (I saw a plume of smoke over Chepstow's
Beirut Sedbury estate so perhaps Tosh is doing some DIY today?

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I timed my arrival so I was chapping his door as the Radio 4 pips were sounding on the radio in my van. Out he comes from around the side of the house and immediately says:
"Hi, first of all I want to apologise for last night, I had a long drive home and was out of order in what I said to you."
Well that diffused any tension and so I had a gander and it was obvious that I had missed the end windows at the bottom on the end of the gable and the rest were spotless - yay!
So I explained I had done the tops, gone back and missed those bottom ones and that I was sorry and I would put them right. He made me a coffee
and we ran away together holding hands, all luvvy-duvvy.I did a bit of "faffing" and "checking" and cill wiping and thanked him for the coffee and he says aren't you going to wipe them off (aaaaaaarrrrrrrgh! I've been doing his windows for five years wfp and he asks that!) and then wipes one of the windows with his hand.
I explained that they would evaporate fine and that I would have to do that window again now to which he apologised again! It was a bit like two people going through a door and saying "after you" and both going for it at the same time and then saying "sorry", "no after you" ... and doing it again!

So I ended up saying "look I want these windows to be right more than you do Mr. H" (thanks for that one
Cozy oops sorry; Form B - brilliant!) so don't send me a cheque unless you think they've dried out fine.
So we shook hands and all is well in Goldland!
That bit in red wasn't true BTW!
