My inferiority complex with the window-cleaner continues.
This time, I waved to him from my upstairs office window when his watering-brush-on-a-long-pole touched the glass. No point offering him tea or coffee (see earlier post), just a cheery wave and a smile.
When he knocked at the door later for his money, he mentioned that I had appeared ‘like something from a horror movie’ at the window.
Not smiling now. ?
Perhaps it would be less frightening (for neighbours and passers-by) if we left the windows opaque with London grime…also a neat revenge on the window cleaner. Ha!
In fairness, it was still early. I’m not at my best before midday.