I bought this long water fed brush + squeegee + scrubby thing to wash the back windows. We do actually have a window cleaner who cleans the front windows every fortnight, but Russell has taken to just getting him to do the front windows because the window cleaner is a talker. And he will talk for 45 minutes straight about his weird rash (actual conversation) or the latest conspiracy theories he’s got into, or what’s wrong with his guttering, his wife’s toenails, his favourite pies. He’s really nice, but it can be a bit much, so I’ve taken to hiding from him and Russell tries to escape as quickly as he can. Letting him into the house to go out the back would be terminal to the day, so now he just does the front.
He’s really nice, though. And he cleans them properly, with a ladder and soap, etc.