Shiny
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Arrived at a new job this morn, the lady was nt wrong when she told me over the phone "we are a bit out of the way" this place was back and beyond. Anyway I arrived eventually and introduced myself to the owners, a very well spoken, down to earth couple.
Meet & greet over the lady of the house takes me on a tour so I can assess the job and quote a price, as we start to pass window after window after window the size of the place starts to hit home and the £££ start flashing in front of me faster than on a Tesco's till.
As we reach the side of the property we walk up to a high mesh fence and a gate, at which point she tells me that I must keep the gate bolted once trough the other side, or the birds will get out. Looking round I see half a dozen chickens, milling around in the distance. She also went on to say if they bother you just nudge them away, they'l soon go. Anyway tour over, price agreed I start work.
Sun shinning, sunglasses on headphones in listening to R2 life don't get much better. For a first clean it was going very well and I soon reached 'the gate' mindful of what she said I got everything ready so I could open the gate drag it all through asap, the half dozen chickens were still some distance away so no problem, I went in, gate bolted, objective achieved. Settle in to 2 nd phase of the job, headphones back in listening to Ken Bruce's dulcet tones,everything's going tickety-boo as they say.
It was just as I started to make my move across to the 2nd upper window that I felt the tugging at my boots... looking down I found myself surrounded by chickens the six I had seen early had suddenly multiplied to what looked liked 36 and for some reason had took a liking to my boot laces, no amount of nudging was going to shift em, even when my nudging, lets say got more intense, they just came straight back for more, not to be beaten I carried on and for the nxt 45 mins my new following stuck with me like sh@&t to a blanket. I wished I had put another fiver on for the harassment...ha. When I told the lady she said "oh yes, the daft buggers ( did't sound right coming from a well spoken voice) they seem to think laces are worms.
Anyhow I survived and Iam currently "hatching" (sorry) a cunning plan for my next visit. What I am going to do is take with me a cardboard cut out of Colonel Sanders, stand it next to me while I am in their territory....lol just to remind them whose the boss...hehehe
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Meet & greet over the lady of the house takes me on a tour so I can assess the job and quote a price, as we start to pass window after window after window the size of the place starts to hit home and the £££ start flashing in front of me faster than on a Tesco's till.
As we reach the side of the property we walk up to a high mesh fence and a gate, at which point she tells me that I must keep the gate bolted once trough the other side, or the birds will get out. Looking round I see half a dozen chickens, milling around in the distance. She also went on to say if they bother you just nudge them away, they'l soon go. Anyway tour over, price agreed I start work.
Sun shinning, sunglasses on headphones in listening to R2 life don't get much better. For a first clean it was going very well and I soon reached 'the gate' mindful of what she said I got everything ready so I could open the gate drag it all through asap, the half dozen chickens were still some distance away so no problem, I went in, gate bolted, objective achieved. Settle in to 2 nd phase of the job, headphones back in listening to Ken Bruce's dulcet tones,everything's going tickety-boo as they say.
It was just as I started to make my move across to the 2nd upper window that I felt the tugging at my boots... looking down I found myself surrounded by chickens the six I had seen early had suddenly multiplied to what looked liked 36 and for some reason had took a liking to my boot laces, no amount of nudging was going to shift em, even when my nudging, lets say got more intense, they just came straight back for more, not to be beaten I carried on and for the nxt 45 mins my new following stuck with me like sh@&t to a blanket. I wished I had put another fiver on for the harassment...ha. When I told the lady she said "oh yes, the daft buggers ( did't sound right coming from a well spoken voice) they seem to think laces are worms.
Anyhow I survived and Iam currently "hatching" (sorry) a cunning plan for my next visit. What I am going to do is take with me a cardboard cut out of Colonel Sanders, stand it next to me while I am in their territory....lol just to remind them whose the boss...hehehe
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