Showing posts with label High St.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label High St.. Show all posts

Monday, September 01, 2008

Poor old cleaner

Our cleaner's really hurt herself. She sent me a really long text message:
Really sorry not going 2 b able 2 clean 4 u at all next wk would hv phnd but u wdnt understnd mouth swollen i know bill spoke 2 adrian but wntd 2 put u in picture going tue 2 hv stiches out thn going hosp 2 c if nose broken hv bn in touch wid nat accidnt helpline solicitor phning me mon good samaritan who stopped and took us 2 hosp was head of the floyd anyway will keep u informed apologies again yr brusf and battered cleaner
Bill told husband that she'd fallen in the High Street.