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Originally Posted by West Ender
During my Revenue career I worked as a Tax Collector for 9 years. My "patch" was Widnes and Runcorn. I had to go into some of the roughest areas of both towns - one horrible high-rise, open walk-way block, in Runcorn, I was there in the morning and a dead body was discovered there in the afternoon (drug dealer - got his come-uppance) - chasing payments.
I have had to sit in rooms where I stuck to the sofa and my feet stuck to the carpets. I have climbed over piles of filth while compiling a list of what goods were suitable for destraint (there was almost always a huge telly).
The funny thing was, it was nearly always in the worst homes that I was offered a cup of tea, the better-off never bothered. Needless to say, I always declined.  |
This is getting to be a variation on the Yorkshireman sketch
I once saw a naked small child crawling on a bare flagged floor clutching a jam butty and pushing away an alsation dog who liked jam
That was a memorable visit where I got several dog flea bites.