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I forgot to set an alarm. When I finally glanced at the clock this morning it was after nine. Horror!

I dressed and discovered my other half in his first floor office with his porridge. Odd…Then I noticed the window-cleaner’s brush waving in at us on its long pole. Aha…and oh no!

There followed an extended period of sitting on the stairs waiting for the window-cleaner to finish and leave. Both of us basically hiding, lest he notice how lazy we are.

As if he was going to tell all the neighbours. And who cares anyway?

I noticed that he then went on to clean the windows opposite. Their curtains were still closed. Good lord – what are people like?


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