I saw a chimney sweep today. He came to clean the chimney of the flat we are staying in. I always thought that chimney sweeps only existed in Mary Poppins or in the 1800s or something, but apparently I was wrong. And in a crushing blow to all the other chimney sweep stereotypes I (apparently) hold so dear, the one today wasn't a pre-pubescent boy, wasn't covered in soot, and didn't call anyone guv'nor. In fact, he drove up in a van and he was a normal sized, clean adult. The only (slight) consolation is that he was wearing black, so I suppose that if I had squinted I might have been able to pretend he was all sooty and authentic*.
* Not that I want anyone to die of soot-inhalation-related disorders
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment