To properly clean the windowpanes, I had to stand on Yūdai the Madodai and lean out.
Passers-by on the street below, seeing me halfway out of a third-storey window, stopped to stare in concern. But I waved them on, indicating that there was nothing to worry about. Thus reassured, they carried on with their jogging and their Sunday-morning grocery-shopping.
It is hard to see how my morning could have been better spent. Anasua was right: the effect of alkylbenzenesulphonates on dirty glass is nothing short of modern-day alchemy.