Another of my dad's stories
The sanitary conditions (when there were any) on the sites he worked on consisted of digging a large hole, placing a plank balanced on two oil drums across it and then dropping a shed over it
When the hole was full it was moved elsewhere and the old one filled in
My dad went in to one of these sheds at one time and found a workmate up his knees in the mess, fishing around with his arm
"What are you doing down there Tommy ?" he asked
"Well Jimmy; I came in to make myself comfortable, took my jacket off and hung it over the plank and it fell in - I'm trying to find it"
"You couldn't possibly wear it after it's been in there" said my dad
"I know that, but my sandwiches are in the pocket"
Jim