"Chim Chim Cher-ee"

So I'm selling my apartment – the stress of which I can't even get into. But among the things I've had to do in order to make sure my lovely little studio is sellable is to test to see that the fireplace works – by having two chimney sweeps visit my apt. I didn't even know there was such a thing as a chimney sweep anymore. My friend at work kept telling me she pictured Dick Van Dyke from "Mary Poppins" coming to my place with a little soot smeared on his face and a skip in his step. The day of my appointment, the receptionist at the chimney place called to say that all her guys had called in sick because they'd partied too hard over Easter weekend. I wasn't aware that Easter was a big party holiday – but maybe it is among chimey sweeps. Anyway, they came the next day. The whole process took about 20 minutes and involved dropping a line with a brush attached to it down the chimney from the roof, then lighting a small fire in the fireplace to make sure the smoke went up. It did, thank god. The guys were no Dick Van Dyke and did not look like they were going to break into that "Chim Chim Cher-ee" song. But they were nice. And they let me take their picture.