The door bell rang, three young girls from up the road were standing there looking to make a bit of extra pocket money.
‘Do you want your car washed?’
Ask a silly question.
As Hubby is in Bolton at the moment in someone elses car they now have two cars to wash.
Maybe I shouldn’t blog about this and he would think I washed his car for him!
Hubby is back now, and the car, whilst not perfectly clean, is a lot cleaner than it has been in a long while, and I’ve not had to do it. I can live with that.
I can remember in the old days of ‘Bob a Job’ week the very varied standards of car washing by small boys – some of whom thought that they deserved to be paid for playing with the hose for five minutes, while others polished everything and were then surprised and delighted to be given more than the statutory bob.