Michael
“Got that?”
“Yup.” I support the door in place while Ben fishes around in his toolbox.
“Just hold it steady while I get some screws in.”
“Yup.”
He works quickly, deftly screwing hinges into position. “Open and close it a couple of times. See if it swings properly.”
The heavyweight hardwood door moves in a smooth arc to settle perfectly nested in its frame. He slaps a hand on the timber. “Looking good. I’ll get the lock fitted then a coat of oil and you’re good to go.” He steps inside what was once a derelict stable but is due soon to be my office. “You picked a nice spot there, Bro. Overlooking the garden. Good light too.”
“I thought so. Thanks for your help.”
“No problem. If you want to get the plaster on the walls, I’m free Thursday next week…”
We’re interrupted by Sally
