Once upon a time, my partner went to do a job in an expensive part of the city.
Actually it was a posh suburb/village/sort of thing where aspirational people lived.
Two bedrooms, a dining room, all to be painted white, and at the time, approx cost £750. Including paint.
Partner and his employee – a smart and totally respectable young man – turned up on the job.
They were busy unloading, dust sheets, tools, equipment, paint etc, when the Lady of the House came out.
She kindly pointed out the bucket in the garage. ‘That’s for you to pee in.’
‘Simon, load everything back in the Land Rover,’ he ordered. Simon was still reeling with shock anyway. I don’t think anyone had ever told him to pee in a bucket. Certainly not in Darras Hall. FFS his mother lived there. He drank with Ant and Dec (I think they are TV people).
‘I’ll take you to court,’ said the Lady of the House.
‘I don’t think you’ll win,’ said Partner.