Awake so late and Sunday lazy, after having been awake during the night, at about four in the morning woken and unable to sleep. Sunday morning laziness.
Telephone with the Argentine, he is in bed at midday. This is his business. The screws in the bed are not important to him, all he can do is make silly salacious jokes. He is turning more British by the minute. This is no fun at all anymore. The bed holds, and he will have to go to hospital soon anyway. There is no hurry.
Go over to the artists studio and try to fit the cap on the leaking fitting. This is easy enough, but then the fitting starts to leak at somewhere else.
Replace the bucket to catch the drips and give up.
Leave the plumbing to the plumber, just contain the damage until then.
Return home, it is now early afternoon. The wife has finally risen, turn away in disgust. Leave the wife, the son and his friend to make their messes in the kitchen.
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