Reminds me when I got my first promotion with current employer, which involved a move to Bristol from Devon and I took a house-share whilst I found my feet before settling down, with a woman that LOVED cats and generally preferred trainee pilots to lodge with her, but I was allowed on the basis I “dressed properly”. Her house could have been a Laura Ashley show home, but waaaay to much duck-egg blue.
So basically, a mental woman.
She gave me a lift to work one day in her blue VW polo (I was a bus ****), and although I can’t remember the conversation that led up to this, told me that she had a retractable Stanley knife in the door pod, which she showed me, and unleashed the 3/4″ of stabbiness.
I asked, as you would, why.
“Just in case I get into trouble”
I moved to Leeds within a month.