"I don't do windows"

I washed windows today. Is washed the right word? I sprayed them with window cleaner and then wiped with an old tee shirt. It's a bigger job than it sounds.  We have combination windows; 2 storm windows and a screen in metal tracks and then a pair of sash windows that are about 50 years old. So the screen has to be pulled out. Then the storm windows have to removed  and  cleaned on both sides. Then the sash windows  which are divided into 6 lights have to be cleaned on both sides. This is tricky on the second floor. I end up manipulating sash  windows up and down,  leaning out and under and contorting myself to get to the outside surfaces. At some point I have to track down a step stool. Then a brush and a tool to pry the spiders and dead stink bugs out of the tracks and a bar of soap to rub on the tracks so the windows will slide up and down as everything sticks.  I usually end up with broken nails and wrenched muscles. Then  the whole deal  has to be reassembled, at  which point the bits I missed  become very obvious. Window cleaning is time consuming, tedious and physically demanding.
My parents didn't employ anyone to mow the lawn, clean the  house, wallpaper, paint, fix plumbing or electricity or do any kind of renovations. My Dad did it all. My mother cooked a meal every day of her life. We never ate out.  Yet we had a weekly window washer.  He arrived weekly with a bucket, a ladder and a chamois leather all carried on a bicycle.
 This was England in the 1950's when people still burned coal and smog was a frequent occurence. The air was dirty. So a window washer was necessary and affordable.