I was sat the other day in our front room, minding my own business, playing seduku on my tablet, dressed in a skirt and tee shirt when I heard the sound of ladders clanking. Realising it was the window cleaner I quickly exited the room to cover up then to return back to my seat and wait for him to finish. Knowing he was just about done I found my wallet so I could pay. I only had a twenty, the bill being ten and he didn't have any change.
"Give me a minute" says he, "I'll get some change". Anyway he returns empty handed saying he'll come back later which he's done before so no issue for me.
So I settle back into my seat in the front room and remove my joggers which up to now have been covering up my skirt. Back to seduku and not really concentrating on anything going on about me. Well I hear the porch door open which makes me think delivery driver as these days with covid it's drop and dash. Well next thing I know there's the window cleaners face at the window mouthing, "Your change is in the porch". He must have seen me, certainly my bare legs and this is for the second time.
Years ago while working from home I used to regularly dress for the day and one day, I was in a denim shirt as I recall I heard a noise from one of the front bedrooms and went to investigate and yes, there at the window at the top of his ladder was the window cleaner.
So that's twice now. Perhaps there'll be a third time and I'll be fully enfemme, who knows but for now I'll just have to front it out next time he calls.
Did make me jump though!