Originally Posted by West Ender (Post 655511)

During my Revenue career I worked as a Tax Collector for 9 years. My "patch" was Widnes and Runcorn. I had to go into some of the roughest areas of both towns - one horrible high-rise, open walk-way block, in Runcorn, I was there in the morning and a dead body was discovered there in the afternoon (drug dealer - got his come-uppance) - chasing payments.

I have had to sit in rooms where I stuck to the sofa and my feet stuck to the carpets. I have climbed over piles of filth while compiling a list of what goods were suitable for destraint (there was almost always a huge telly).

The funny thing was, it was nearly always in the worst homes that I was offered a cup of tea, the better-off never bothered. Needless to say, I always declined. ;)

Originally Posted by West Ender (Post 655511)

During my Revenue career I worked as a Tax Collector for 9 years. My "patch" was Widnes and Runcorn. I had to go into some of the roughest areas of both towns - one horrible high-rise, open walk-way block, in Runcorn, I was there in the morning and a dead body was discovered there in the afternoon (drug dealer - got his come-uppance) - chasing payments.

I have had to sit in rooms where I stuck to the sofa and my feet stuck to the carpets. I have climbed over piles of filth while compiling a list of what goods were suitable for destraint (there was almost always a huge telly).

The funny thing was, it was nearly always in the worst homes that I was offered a cup of tea, the better-off never bothered. Needless to say, I always declined. ;)

Originally Posted by West Ender (Post 655511)

During my Revenue career I worked as a Tax Collector for 9 years. My "patch" was Widnes and Runcorn. I had to go into some of the roughest areas of both towns - one horrible high-rise, open walk-way block, in Runcorn, I was there in the morning and a dead body was discovered there in the afternoon (drug dealer - got his come-uppance) - chasing payments.

I have had to sit in rooms where I stuck to the sofa and my feet stuck to the carpets. I have climbed over piles of filth while compiling a list of what goods were suitable for destraint (there was almost always a huge telly).

The funny thing was, it was nearly always in the worst homes that I was offered a cup of tea, the better-off never bothered. Needless to say, I always declined. ;)