“I’m there on the extension in the kitchen, listening to her, roysh, and I have to put my hand over the mouthpiece to stop her from hearing me cracking my shite laughing. She’s there, ‘Cleaning Woman Wanted,’ and the bird in the paper, roysh, she goes, ‘Sorry, I have to stop you there. You can’t be gender specific, I’m afraid.’ The old dear’s like, ‘I beg your pardon,’ and the bird’s there, ‘Gender specific. It’s this new equality legislation, you see. You have to say, ‘Cleaner wanted’.’ The old... dear’s like, ‘Yes, but you don’t seem to understand. It’s a woman I want to hire,’ and the bird’s there, ‘Yes, but you have to be seen to offer men the opportunity to apply.’ And the old dear storts going ballistic, roysh, she’s there, ‘I do not want some pervert going through my underwear drawer.’ And the bird’s like, ‘I’m really sorry, I don’t make the law.’ The old dear, roysh, she’s in a real snot at this stage, huffing and puffing down the phone.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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