Yay! I Wasn't Ripped Off!

Our windows are filthy. And we have four storeys of them. On way to the pub yesterday, I ran into a window washer. And his company is "Bee Clean"! We negotiated a price (well, he named one and I agreed.) Then I handed over the twenty quid and merrily went on my way. It occurred to me halfway down the street that he could easily just walk off with the money. I didn't want to jinx things by writing about it yesterday, so just decided to wait and see. Our windows are no longer scream out "we don't own, we just rent!"