I know not why I am so
discomforted by the prospect of the windows cleaner’s arrival every other
Wednesday, possibly it is just the invasion of privacy but I also suspect there
is a hangover from a childhood shock of seeing, one morning, a strange face
appear at my bedroom window, however the unease persists and I try to ensure I
am not at home whenever he is due to whack his ladder up against the wall; it
is possible my wife has a similar aversion as she always seems to be out (like
tonight) when he calls for the money.
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