on a lighter note

Today was the big day for the mystery "sweeping" to happen. So I was ready. I had my echelle (remember, that's the ladder) ready. At 9:30 am my doorbell rang. I let the guy in, he went straight into my kitchen and set up his ladder. He took a piece off of the chimney-vent-thing and shined his flashlight into the darkness and said something in French. I didn't have a clue as to what he said so I asked him if everything was OK. He said it was fine, pas de probleme. He climbed down from his ladder and asked me to sign a paper. I did and then he left with his ladder. The whole thing took about 2 minutes.