I've never clocked till now that my local kebab emporium was the answer to our housing problems.

I usually pick up a doner after a few jars of Staropramen when my mind is more focused on the job in hand (such as whether to go for the extra chilli sauce or a large bag of fries). As a result, I clearly failed to notice the great potential lying behind Ali's plastic strip curtains and the boxes of extra strength cooking oil at the back of the shop.