W/E 18th January....Mr J Gray
I don't like it.
It's one of those skinny little things that has no substance to it.
I feel like an over weight girl pushing around a child's toy hoover when I'm vacuuming inbetween the pews.
For It doesn't feel quite real.
I've gone over the carpets, polished the woodwork and buffed up the brass plates.
It doesn't take long.
The Church, strangely enough always seems devoid of any dust.
After I had done, I employed my secret weapon when it comes to proving to all that the cleaning has indeed been completed
I ran up and down the aisle blasting my own bottle of FEBREEZE into every four corners of the church.
I even gave the Vicar's vestments a quick squirt