"So he's coming back to give us a quote?" I asked.
"£250 all in," said Ailz. "And he's coming back to do the work."
Things are moving fast.
Yesterday we had a man round to look at floor-boarding the attic and putting in a trap door and extending ladder. And, no, he didn't do it there and then; he's coming next Wednesday- which is entirely soon enough.
He had a braw Scots accent. I rather think we gave him the work on the strength of it. What is it about the Scots accent that so radiates authenticity and trustworthiness?