My anecdote is quite a sweet one. Many years ago we had some lovely friends. Hubby was a decent chap but always grafting. His big passion was serial house renovation. They lived in a series of derelict houses which they did up and sold on. His poor wife would get to enjoy her lovely new house for a few months before it was put on the market, then it was back to living in a caravan. She would have loved kids but it was not in the plan as far as he was concerned, so they could never agree.
After a year or so, they seemed to have settled for good, and she was delighted. Unfortunately, an "unmissable" project turned up, so she packed up her house yet again. They froze through another caravan winter.
The new place was lovely but very isolated, and very few people called. One such was the scrap metal man, who came for all the lead that was being stripped out, and used to have a cup of tea and a chat.
I must say here that scrap metal man did not look like Steptoe Junior (who I agree was rather good looking). He was well into middle age and had no teeth
After a few months of tea and chatting, our friend ran away with the scrap man. They subsequently had twins!