Correct Normskih. My mate did quite a lot of joinery work in her apartment in the 1990s. She looked after him and his workmate, bacon butties every day, tea on demand and she was such a down to earth lovely lady. Anyway, one day she was leaving her flat and she said to my mate, "You're going to hear it in the news very soon, but I'll tell you personally. I've got cancer". And in a flash she said "But don't worry lads, it won't beat me". And with that said love yous dearly then fucked off. She gave them both a 50 quid tip when they finished and my mate also got a crate of Stella. A proper lovely lady.
