Confessions of a window cleaner......

I like to sleep with the curtains open. There's something about waking up and being able to see the sky as soon as I open my eyes.

Unfortunately this morning it wasn't the sky I saw but a man on a ladder with a squeezy sponge in his hand. The window cleaner cometh.....

So, what's the etiquette when you're under the covers in your red spotty silk nightie with bed hair and there's a man at your window who's as startled as you are? I did my sleeping lion impression but he and I both knew that I was awake. The poor man was trying to clean the window in double quick time.

Unfortunately the window cleaner and I have history. This is the same man who had been unlucky enough to have chosen to clean my bedroom window exactly at the moment that I came out of the shower room clad in a towel that didn't quite cover all the bits it needed to. The poor chap nearly fell off his ladder and I nearly dropped the towel in shock. We've been extremely polite to each other every time he's called for his money since then.

Finally I decided the only thing for it was to play it cool, so I casually sat up in bed, smiled, shook out the bed hair and wished him a good morning while pulling the duvet swiftly up as far as my ears. A performance worthy of a Bafta but I've a feeling my windows might be staying grubby for a while from now.......