Having to carry out a survey on by far the filthiest house in the World (and no, i'm not exaggerating). This involved crawling around on the floor, pulling up floorboards, avoiding the rat-sized beetles and spiders and cat pooh dotted about on the shiny carpet.
I went in work with a hangover and to this day i don't know how i stopped myself retching (which was a Godsend considering the tenant was hovering over me the whole time). Amazingly avoided catching fleas, which lots of my colleagues have fallen prey to.
When i'd finished, I got in my car and decided baby wipes weren't enough, I had to shoot home for a quick shower. Ugh, the memory alone is making me itch. :dead: