I fell off a ladder again, but I missed the rose bush

I have returned from the wilderness of South London to write for you once more, albeit on a largely more sporadic frequency than before.

As it turns out, my original plan of working in a pub stalled slightly after I was offered another job. One which I instantly accepted and I have been doing for a week and some days.

I sub-contract Window Cleaning jobs from my brother in law and off I stroll with a ladder and a bucket of soapy water. Yay for me.

It means that I start at around 7 30 in the morning, finish anywhere between 1 30pm and 3 30pm, and collect missed payments on a Wednesday and Thursday afternoon. Easy job, you may think.

There is such an art to the whole shonky affair that I'm a little bit hazy on the mastering of the skill. The basics are as you'd expect; water goes on, water comes off; but the rest of it is vastly complex. Far too boring and hard to explain without demonstrations.

Everyday its a new thing, someone new to work with in the mornings in a new area. Interesting characters at the houses, sometimes.

Monday morning, 9 30, house 136 on the road, number 3 of the day. Lee knocks on the door to collect the money. A man sprints out of the house wearing not much more than a smile and into a car and off into the distance he drives.

That pretty much sets the precedent for the day.

According to some I've worked with, I've started at the right time. Beautiful sunshine, warm days, no rain and most importantly, no cold weather. I work out doors all day, and sometimes you strike gold and you get a really fantastic customer who gives out drinks and is just a good laugh to talk to. But those are few and far between.

On the busier roads, it pays to be on the taller ladders washing the bedroom/bathroom windows, that way you get the most amazing views of many things. The surrounding town, the streets below, the cleavage of the passing beauties. Lots of good things, basically.

The morning tends to kick off with a cooked breakfast and organising the work between everyone who also sub-contracts. After that we all split off into teams and head in different vans and different directions to get on with the work.

Those mornings in the cafe are such massive laughs. All the lads sitting around taking the piss out of JB the cafe owner or each other. Such a chuckle.

Anyway, because its Wednesday evening, I have to go out again to do a spot of debt collecting. I shall see you all later, the number below has been cocked up a touch. It accepts incoming, but not outgoing calls for some reason, so I have to go and swear at "Darren" or whoever at the Orange network shop in Sutton.

Cunts.