Something dead has been dumped in our cardboard skip at work.  It’s in a black rubbish bag.  No one quite has the guts to get close enough and find out what it is.  Myself included.  Of course it’s unlikely to be anything much more than a dog someone couldn’t be bothered burying, but if by some slim chance it turns out to be human, does that mean we’ll get the rest of the week off work while police investigate? I could really do with the break…