The Angel of Judgement

The plumbers are coming tomorrow to service our boilers – there are two for the house, and they are both in the basement which is the closely guarded domain of J.  They will be bleeding all the radiators and this involves visiting every room – household protocol therefore requires them to be clean and tidy.

J does not like me coming down to clean and has therefore promised to keep everything sparkling himself.  I suspected that he has not been doing this, so today I told him that an Avenging Angel was visiting him with her mop and bucket.  This is me as the angel.

However, when I got down there, I discovered that my fears had been justified – let’s just say that outside the immediate lounge area which is all R and I ever generally see, things were far from sparkling.

So the angel immediately turned into a demon of retribution.

The basement is now sparkling and will remain so.  Won’t it J?