Stefano and his boys got to work with gusto and within a few days the upstairs of my house started looking like the upstairs of a house.
‘I’ve got walls!’ I exclaimed, after one day. The next day: ‘I’ve got doors!’
The day after that I had a wardrobe. ‘Oh, you are wonderful!’ I told Stefano, and he looked at me with his usual expression, a bemused grin. ‘Getting… there…’ he said, in between the screeching of his boys putting electric saws through sheets of plasterboard.
‘There’s just one thing,’ I said. ‘What are these?’ A bag of pink doorknobs lay on a table.
‘You don’t like?’ he said. ‘They wouldn’t be my first choice,’ I said. So he made me promise to go to B&Q to buy knobs.
‘Yes, yes, I will,’ I said. ‘Just as soon as I get back from picking up this lorry.’
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