Yesterday, I was doing a big place I do, (£95.00 Georgian gaff) when the owner came out she said in her hoytee toytee way 'Excuse me, have you seen theres a dead rabbit on the patio', I says 'Yess....?', she says 'How brave are you feeling?'
I says '?'
She says 'Might you need a shovel?', I says 'Yes, I would', she says' Theres one in the childrens sand-pit, a pink plastic one',
I says 'Havent you got a gardeners shovel?', she says 'I think theres one in the shed but its locked', I think to myself 'And youo havent got a key !! ?'
Anyway, I went for my lunch and came back, the rabbit was gone, I think the Halloween witch took it
Not exactly a cleaning request, but puzzling all the same, I might look like Baldrick, I was thinking all along, but theres no need to speak to me as if I really am him