Thanks for the recommendation, Joan. Here's a funny story. A couple of
years ago a truck backed into my driveway and a guy started taking out
hoses. I stepped outside and said, "Excuse me, what are you doing?"
"I'm here to pressure wash the house." Uh, no, you're not. Turns out
someone's daughter had arranged for her dad's house down the street to
be pressure washed. The guy had been told no one would be home, just
send a bill. Well, he got the wrong address. I have to wonder what
would have happened if I hadn't been home. They'd have gotten the bill
bill but it would have been *my* house that was pressure-washed. Oh dear!
Jill