

Got a quick kitchen story, Wolfie but I wasn't involved. Hilarious though.
Kitchen salesman guy taps on big fat, fudge donut munchin' Uncle John's door down in Port Seton, East Lothian. John invites him in. Conv went like this.
"Interested in a new kitchen, Sir?"
"Aye, too right, that sounds great. Come on in."
Guy hands brochures to John and wee slim, overly obsessed with jigsaws Auntie Julie, then starts measuring the kitchen walls.
(Long story short: One ENTIRE hour and half later)
"Now Sir, we can do all those choices you have chosen for £12,500."
"12 and a half grand. That is FANTASTIC!"
"Happy to hear you say that Sir."
"It is EXCELLENT. And the council don't mind paying that much?"
10 second silence, glum face on salesman.
"Is, err......., this a council house? You do not own it?"
"Naaaaaaw son, I dinnae own this. Never owned a hoose. Its a council house."
Salesman slams his briefcase shut, almost breaks the flappy clips that hold it closed. Gets up and storms down the hallway.
John: "Am a no gettin ma kitchen, son?"
Salesman: "f*ck off!"
