Years ago, we used to have a lady clean our offices.
Proper lovely black country woman.
Used to come to work in work blouse, trousers, etc, with a tabard over the top.
Never too fussy over her appearance.
One day , she came in, hair combed with a balloon as usual, with egg down her front.
"I hope they catch him," said one of my colleagues.
"Catch who?", I asked, somewhat confused.
"The bloke who dragged her through a hedge backwards.", he dryly replied
