So today I am on a house I have done for as long as I recall....... Every time I do he does not even say hello.......it is always (without fail) 'here's your cuppa Darren!' as he puts it on the garden chair. Well today I get their and they have family visiting cause of silly season so I clean all the windows and then head net door and do their house.......no cuppa...... I am coming out of next door and he meets me on the drive to pay me, shakes my hand and tells me 'there's a drink on the seat in the van' 'Happy Christmas' I say and we part ways. I jump in the van and its a bottle of sodding Aussie Shiraz!! Who the hell drinks that ****? Hairdressers? Designer clothes shop assistants? Ponces in general? I am never one to be ungrateful but I'd rather have had my cup of tea!!