Brick:
You ever think we used to be cleaner?
Patio Slab:
All the time. I used to be sandstone. Now I’m mostly shades of green and regret. How’s the wall life?
Brick:
Stained. Moldy. Occasionally peed on by the neighbour’s dog. I heard there’s a solution though—something called pressure washing yorkshire. Ever heard of it?
Patio Slab:
Only in legends. Supposedly it’s like a thunderstorm, but helpful. Removes the years. Peels back time. Sounds intense.
Brick:
I’d settle for one good rinse. The moss on my north side has started naming itself.
Patio Slab:
That’s nothing. I’ve got a weed growing between me and the drain. It charges rent. Honestly, I think it’s squatting. Maybe patio cleaning yorkshire could help, but the humans haven’t noticed. They keep stepping over the slime like it’s normal.
Brick:
People don’t look down anymore. Always on their phones. If they did, maybe they’d realize the driveway looks like it’s wearing camouflage.
Patio Slab:
Ah, yes. The driveway. Rough shape these days. Last I heard, it lost its original colour somewhere in 2019. Might need some driveway cleaning yorkshire. Or therapy.
Brick:
You ever talk to the roof?
Patio Slab:
Only during heavy rain. They say the moss up there has unionized.
Brick:
Not surprised. It gets damp, heavy. Shingles crack. Gutters clog. All that beauty, gone to ruin. Someone really ought to look into roof cleaning yorkshire. Before the moss files a deed claim.
Patio Slab:
It’s sad, isn’t it? We used to shine. Summer parties, early morning light. Now I’m just slick. Untrustworthy when wet.
Brick:
They always wait too long. That’s the thing. One layer of grime becomes two, becomes seven. And suddenly, we’re part of the background. Forgotten. Faded.
Patio Slab:
You ever think we’ll be clean again?
Brick:
Maybe. Maybe someone will stumble across a strange blog like this and suddenly remember, “Hey… wasn’t this wall red once?” And they’ll reach for help. The kind with a water tank and a motor that sounds like redemption.
Patio Slab:
That’s poetic.
Brick:
Thanks. Been thinking a lot lately.
Patio Slab:
If I ever get pressure washed, I’m starting over. No more moss. No more guilt. Just pure, dry patio life.
Brick:
I hope you do. You deserve that. We all do.
