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 Carpet Cleaning, Slippers, Stairs. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
How can it be filthy when it’s black to start with? *
* the basic principal of men & their pants.
It’s not flipping black!
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 😉
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! 😉