My Dad's scared of heights.......but that never stopped him when it came to cleaning the upstairs windows at home. It would take more than that to part cash with a window cleaner.
At an age when my sense of humour was just developing, I was drawn into the upstairs bathroom by the familiar squeaky sound of sponge against glass. I arrived to find the vent window open and white knuckles hanging on to the frame for dear life. If I stood on tiptoes, I could just about reach those knuckles and Dad wouldn't notice me through the frosted glass.
I just reached out to touch his hand...
Fortunately, he didn't fall off the ladder, but he's never been up one in the 20 or so years since...
(At an age when my sense of humour was just developing, I was drawn into the upstairs bathroom by the familiar squeaky sound of sponge against glass. I arrived to find the vent window open and white knuckles hanging on to the frame for dear life. If I stood on tiptoes, I could just about reach those knuckles and Dad wouldn't notice me through the frosted glass.
I just reached out to touch his hand...
Fortunately, he didn't fall off the ladder, but he's never been up one in the 20 or so years since...
biggus_richus,
Wed 22 Oct 2003, 11:23,
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