Dave has phoned.
Apparently, he was at his Pilates class last night and had switched his mobile off. He forgot to turn it on again when he finished, so only got my message this morning.
I find it hard to imagine Dave rolling around on a mat, dressed in a leotard. It just goes to show we all have hidden depths.
He’s still doing things in someone’s loft, but says he will ‘nip along after dinner’.
I have my dinner at 7 in the evening, but am aware workmen always have theirs at 12 – when I am having my lunch.
So I wasn’t surprised when he pitched up at 12.45, clutching his mastic gun. Mastic is Dave’s answer to everything.
He examined the loo, flushed it several times (I think he likes the sound), then closed off a valve and removed the cistern. After screwing, tightening and fiddling with various bits and pieces, he emptied mastic into every crevice he could find.
‘You could drop an elephant on that now,’ he said, ‘and nothing would budge’. I’m not sure that’s what I want to hear. What if something ever needs to be budged?
But I don’t say that, of course. No point galloping off to greet trouble just yet.
Half an hour after Dave leaves, another puddle begins to form. If anything, this one is bigger than before.
I phone him at once, but his mobile goes to voice mail. Possibly he’s stretching a hamstring for pleasure, or jumping up and down on the spot and can’t, for technical reasons, be disturbed.
I find myself wondering where we can hire an elephant at short notice. To test his latest theory.
Thought for the Day
‘Start every day with a smile – and get it over with.’
WC Fields (1880-1946)