Alan complained when road workers started drilling outside his house.
An hour later, he brought them tea and biscuits. He asked when they were taking a break.
At twelve, said the man with the drill.
Alan looked at his watch and offered him another packet of biscuits….
Alan had put his old car up for sale. He washed it, polished the windows and took photographs from the side with fewer scratches.
His wife, Pat, asked whether he’d mentioned the engine noise.
He said the advert described the car as having plenty of character.
Pat said most of its character came from under the bonnet.
A buyer arranged to come at noon. Alan parked the car in the drive and put the paperwork on the kitchen table.
At ten, a road crew arrived outside. A man started drilling into the pavement.
Alan hurried out.
How long is that going on?
Until this section is finished.
I’ve got someone coming. We won’t be able to hear ourselves think.
The worker apologised, but the hole had to be dug.
Alan went inside and closed the window.
At eleven, he went out to start the car. The familiar rattle began. Beside the drill, it sounded almost gentle.
He switched off the engine and went back to the kitchen.
Pat found him making a tray of tea.
For the buyer?
The lads outside. Hard work, that.
He carried out four mugs and the good biscuits. The workers thanked him. Alan said they mustn’t rush on his account.
The man with the drill said they were stopping at twelve for lunch.
Alan looked at his watch.
Would you like another packet of biscuits now?
The worker said he’d already had three.
Alan offered sandwiches. Then a whole flask of tea.
What’s wrong with us stopping at twelve? the worker asked.
That’s when the buyer starts my engine.
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