Looked at a job Tuesday. Old boy opened the door, I said hello plasterer,he said yes I am but retired, oh, so we chat about old times for 20mins. I say right let's see the job . Wot job .I was in the wrong street.. he was 79 looked good. Wot are the chances a,I said a, you could have knocked me down with a feather duster. I told my daughter this story today. She was so f./ucking. bored I thought she was going to cry. 
