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The carpet layer is here. He shouldn’t be, of course, because we still have a lot of building work to do; but he said he needed to shift the carpets quickly (storage space problems, apparently) which meant we either had to fit them this week or not fit them at all, and since his quote came in at £2,000 under everyone else’s ‘this week’ seemed like the way to go. No doubt we shall come to regret it.

He’s an obvious crook, by the way. Or he looks like one. Darrell suggested him. Darrell specifically advised me not to be put off by his appearance, but it’s hard not to be. He has shifty eyes, one of which doesn’t open properly, numerous studs and hoops in both ears, and a large, shaved head with a small swastika tattooed on top. Not that I care, so long as we get the carpets in, but his villainous appearance clearly troubles him. Every time he hears my feet in the hall he comes rushing out from whichever room he’s measuring, and delivers another homily on integrity/importance of: especially in carpet layers. I nod like a puppy, of course. Nobody mentions the swastika.

In any case he’s brought four teenage boys with him today, all of them a little damaged, by the look of things. Between them they have now removed all but one door in the house. There’s a teenager calling himself Stewart, who doesn’t seem to go in for eye contact, nor for the spoken word. But he obviously gets a hell of a lot of text messages, because for the last hour or so, while I’ve been working, he’s been standing outside the hole where my office door used to be, deleting them one by one. And each time he deletes, it goes ‘tring’, like he’s waving a magic wand.

Which is of course reassuring, because at least it’s proof that someone, somewhere, at some point, has been communicating with him. And not just once, but thousands and thousands and thousands of times. It means that maybe someone out there actually likes him. Or he’s a drug dealer, of course. In any case he has a relationship with the world, and that has to be something to celebrate. Maybe he’s not quite so damaged as he appears.