There I was happily cleaning widows,( which by the way is a highly skilled job that you have to go to Oxford to learn )getting that shine just right when a pair of witness's came into the cul-de-sac I was working in.The first two didn't seam to notice me , but then came from round the corner a couple more eager Beavers.(as a side note , they all had typical witness raincoats on even though the sun was blasting it warmth over the street,maybe it was a who can look like the dirtiest pervert comp.)
Well I could see them in the reflection of my newly shinned window.They stopped dead in their tracks as a delema had now hit them.They didn't seam to know what to do ,Sleepy was cleaning the windows of the house they were about to call on.Before long a little group had gathered on the corner who didn't seam to want to go into the cul-de-sac.Do I smell?Am I a murderer?Were my shorts out of fashion?
No I used to go to their hall, better avoid me like the plague.So off they went into the next street.
And guess what I am not disfellowshipped or disassociated and these were some of my "friends",maybe I do smell after all.