Had a young chap ringing up for London portable loo hire this morning, our salesgirl and him chatted about this and that for a bit and then he asked if she was free for dinner one night next week. I have no idea what our sales person was saying, or how she was saying it, but the man became so enamoured with the sound of her voice (the sexy, feline, flat Northern vowels win again) that he asked her for a date. Unfortunately for the man, our salesperson turned him down stating she didn’t want a long distance relationship, and he agreed to leave with just one portable loo booking. A modern day Romeo and Juliet? Er, no, not really…

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