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Tiling away in a bathroom today, empty house having a full refit. Radio blaring away, windows open and the sun shining, dancing and singing away. Suddenly heard a noise, house behind had workers in chopping down trees. Sounded like a motorbike, for some reason i started doing the actions as if i was on a bike. Had a bucket trowel in hand and was revving away while crouching abit taking corners at high speed, wiggling my arse about making screeching noises. As i take the last imaginary corner i look out of the corner of my eye and see the couple who own the house stood there watching me. Wouldn't mind but was "riding" the bike for a good 5 minutes god knows what they thought. Felt worse than when the little lad who was watching me tile a few months ago ran off shouting "mum the builder just farted"