Getting rid of the VCR has proven to be a complete pain. Some bloke came past and picked it up this morning from the verge, then came back a while later, knocked on the door and asked about the remote control. We fished that out and handed it over, and he then returned half an hour later asking if it was the right one! He pretty much expected us to also provide him with fresh batteries for the bloody thing.
For crying out loud! It's rubbish! It's free! If I could have been bothered, I just would have driven it straight to the tip! It's a bonus mate - don't push your luck.
God, I'd hate to work in any area connected with social security. The sense of entitlement would be horrendous to deal with.
The sooner we bring back poorhouses, the better.
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