NoozeHound

My ex did a spell as a meter reader and had horror stories of just how revoltingly people lived behind 'their own front doors'. Spattered brains never made it onto the list but many stereotypes were enforced.

So, I'm curious as to 'plenty of stories' and 'not wanting to peak too soon' with murder and brain-splattered walls, where the hell do you go next? Spill Jacko.

I will never be able to attend a funeral, ever, with perhaps the exception of my own, without thinking, "I'm sorry for your loss, now move on."

I am still almost crying with laughter at the memory of it.