It seems Met Men attract waste paper troubles.
We had a fastidious Polish gent at FY who, in nis quest for neatness, trod the paper in the WPB right into the metal bin when he arrived to take over.
So PJ empied the bin, filled it with cold water, floated a raft of paper on it, and waited for KS to arrive.
As did several others ...............
"I suppose you think that bloody funny?!"
Yes.