Our local Aldi is not blessed with a particularly large car park, so it's always a scramble to get a space. Yesterday, we drove in and had to slalom round two youngish women, all bleached blonde hair, inappropriate clothing and a fine range of tattoos, who were evidently discussing their housing situation at the tops of their (very strident) voices. One explained how she likes her house, but that the roads a sh*thole.....
When we returned to the car, they were still there, but the conversation had moved on to the merits of her Aunt's house. "I wannit. It's got five bedrooms and she only uses one cos she's disabled. But my cow of a cousin is living there, wiv 'er baby, innit".