Whilst working as an apprentice (age sixteen) for Trafford Council many years ago I had a strange encounter.
The job was to decorate an old lady's bedroom, which seems straight forward enough. First things first move the furniture to the centre of the room in order to have the best possible access, great no problem!
So that’s what I and my colleague started to do, moving the wardrobe would give us enough area to work with. As we were half way through moving this heavy piece of furniture the door swung open and my automatic reaction was to save the falling items within.
I got the shock of my life when I discovered to my horror I was holding someone’s leg or so I thought! In fact to my relief it was only a false leg and boy was I glad to finish that job!
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