Eight teenagers, four boys and four girls, well dressed and polite, have just rang the bell at the gate and asked if they could "work for their lunch"......gardening, sweeping up or cleaning. Their reward would be, their lunch.
We have just had our lunch, but mrs sqad gave them�20.
''Oi mate... want ya windows cleaned? I can only do the ground floor as I can't go up ladders... joy riding accident see... �80 suit ya? I'll need the dosh up front as well... gotta get down the bookies before lunch innit... sorted''
a woman across the road from me has window cleaners as she is away a lot - they don't even have a bucket!!! A ladder and a damp chamois....I couldn't believe it...the chamois hangs out of one bloke's back pocket...god knows how much she pays them...