Turned up at a job last week, and asked the guy if he could show me to the kitchen so I could fill up my machine. Off he went upstairs and left me to it.
Whilst filling my machine...noticed a cat on the kitchen table, so I went over to stroke it, only to realise it was DEAD.
Christ, I thought, does he realise ?....so I pops upstairs " Excuse me, do you realise theres a dead cat next to your packet of Co co pops" Oh aye, he replies "It died through the night...I'll sort it out later "
Nowt queerer than folk !