Those of us who were unlucky enough to be misemployed as slaves during Bob-a-Job week will undoubtedly recall that it invariably coincided with the time that weeds appeared in peoples' gardens.....
Weeding some old bat's front garden (that isn't a euphemism, by the way...) for a mere 1/- for the scouts' funds was hardly fair. But there were other abuses (
not of the Jimmy Savile kind) as well - taking a nasty little fox terrier for a walk, for example. The little bastard kept biting my ankles, so I let it off its lead - whereupon it buggered off over the far horizon and took ages to capture using the Spam from my lunch sandwich as bait...... "He did have a nice long walk", the owner commented later, "so let me give you 1/6d instead...."
