(A small town in North Yorkshire. An ancient barn stands empty, waiting for its destiny to become clear. It is Springtime.)
ME: D’you think we can get the job done in time to open for the Summer months?
BUILDER: Oh, yes.
ME: I’d still like to be able to open some time in August. Will that be possible?
BUILDER: I would think so.
ME: Could you let me know when you will be able to start? I really want to be able to arrange some time away with my family while you are working on it.
BUILDER: It will definitely be in August.
BUILDER: This is the guy who is starting on the floor on Thursday. I won’t be here, I’m off on holiday with my family. I hope 8 o’clock isn’t too early for you?
ME: No, of course not.
(9.28 am, Thursday 30th August)
ME: (Alone, typing this.)