I was clearing out gutters on a huge bungalow high on the south downs in a biting constant wind with on/off drizzle that felt like stinging ice after a while, and I didn't even get a cup of tea.
This place was along a half mile mud track full of ruts and when I'd finished, I got to the end of it to find the gate padlocked. I had to walk back, get the key, walk back to the gate, unlock it, return the key to the house, and walk back again to my van.
The air was blue and I didn't care if the woman heard or not.