The Stairs

This is the scene that I came home to yesterday. Our *neighbour (who runs a carpet cleaning company) was just leaving. He was giving me some aftercare instructions which I can’t remember and then said to me something about wearing slippers as the carpet was a bit damp. He then looked at me hard, and stopped.

But of course you don’t wear slippers he said

I half-started a mumble about the boots I had on being my notional slippers, but as I had just returned from a dog walk in them and they were sopping wet I shut up.

In my mind, I was throroughly damned.

*Our street is stuffed full of lovely and useful people: a chippy, a hairdresser, a butcher, a publican, an imam, a youth worker, artists, a GP, a childminder and of course yer man who has done a great job on what was probably a very filthy carpet.

Posted on November 12, 2010, in Biophilia, Cleaning, Consumerism and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. How can it be filthy when it’s black to start with? *

    * the basic principal of men & their pants.

  2. It’s not flipping black!

  3. Whatever colour it is it all looks very tidy which somewhat belies your trademark tales of domestic chaos.

    • Well yes it does, but I could hardly leave the usual trip hazards on the stairs for my neighbour. Don’t worry, they are back in place now 😉

  4. Nice stairs for your palatial abode.

    Your street could be a prime candidate for ‘The Good Life’ experiment or a reality show.

    a chippy, a hairdresser, a butcher, a publican, an imam, a youth worker, artists, a GP, a childminder, somebody with something to do with English. Who goes, you decide. There must be a joke in that list somewhere as well!

    a chippy, a hairdresser, a butcher, an imam, a youth worker, artists, a GP, a childminder, somebody with something to do with English walked into a pub. Who was minding the children…………

    • Oh we are so palatial round these sides: perhaps you could call me ma’am henceforth 😉

      You might be onto something with your reality idea. I left out the border collie, the fox, the web monkey and the bloke just out of nick for GBH and his twenty Staffordshire bull terriers…

      • You’ve just gone from palatial, Ma’am, to Shamless. forget reality show what about a sitcom or a docu-drama? Get writing.

        P.S. The Iman looks after the children as:
        1. He wouldn’t go in a pub.
        2. You haven’t got a Priest! 😉

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