I haven't cleaned the windows since moving in 4 and a half years ago as I have vertigo when I go near edges (I feel like I will fall or voluntarily jump off - I don't know why, but it's a horrendous feeling - see this post...http://jasonandnicoladojapan.blogspot.com/2009/04/ferris-wheel-or-15-minutes-of-fear.html for more detail about my vertigo) so the other day I'm in the house, dressmaking, and the buzzer goes. "Do you want your windaes washed?" After a brief negotiation via the buzzer system, up he comes and out on the ledge he pops. I was sweating. Scared out of my wits. I couldn't be in the room when he was out on the ledge but I did stop long enough in the hall to take this snap. I was momentarily mindless while he was in the house, not able to concentrate on anything. He was cool as a cucumber, though; he's been doing it for 30 years. No ropes, nothing. I noticed he had a limp but didn't think much of it; it wasn't until I was paying him in the hall later that he confessed that he had broken his leg falling down the stairsin his house three weeks ago. He had been told to rest up for six weeks but was bored out his mind so was back at work with a stooky on. Unbelievable. I've got a brilliant view out the windows now though, crystal clear!
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