Occamsrazorblade was an uppity workman who did some work on my extensive property in Surrey last year. While his painting and decorating was perfectly good (and I beat him down to a good price as work was scarce), one day he had the temerity to ask if he could use our downstairs lavatory. You can imagine my shock and disgust! I gave him a frozen stare and explained that, as yet, we had no separate outdoor facilities for workmen and pointed vaguely (but helpfully, I thought) in the direction of some nearby woods. Imagine my disgust when I arrived home from lunch with Abagail to hear the unmistakeable sound of flushing upstairs and then saw Occamsrazorblade exiting guiltily from my erstwhile pristine en suite! I told him in no uncertain terms that I wouldn't be using him again and sent him packing immediately. The only silver lining was that I naturally withheld payment for the month's work he'd already done. I still cringe when I think of it! The state of modern Britain, I ask you!