The Tradesman's Entrance

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

When I got home yesterday Caro said, "You'd better put some pants on, the door man is coming."

WHAT'S THIS? PANTS??

IN MY OWN HOME?

What a liberty.

So I put on pyjama bottoms and Caro showed the guy around. He busily measured things and rubbed his chin and offered suggestions on screen doors.

I should explain. Right now we can have our back door open at all times but only because Caro found a spare bit of trellis in the garage which she uses to block the door and prevent Punky escaping.

(Punky has still not learned to love the leash).

So Caro wants cat proof screen doors which are kind of a thing in NZ anyway.

Caro also spotted the "Master Builder" logo on door man's top. So she then started quizzing him for all sorts of non-door related advice.

"This is what I do," she explained happily, after he had gone.

I had no idea. That was totally worth pants.

S.