As a short sequel to my recent note about hospitality in the neighbourhood - it happens that there's a bloke from the next street along, laying some kitchen flooring in my house right now. (Does it seem like I'm always having jobs done and can't do stuff meself? On the first point, it's just coincidence, OK? And on the second, I'm old. Plus I got a truly awkward report to write, OK? And I'm rubbish at DIY).
This is not a coffee-with-three-sugars workman, oh no. But he was sufficiently appreciative of the bowl of warming winter stew to accept a second serving. He judiciously declined the wine, for the time being anyway.
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