Quite frankly, one knows that things are bad when the builder appears – little boy like with sweating palms and in shorts – and timidly presents a bill for an exorbitant and completely unexpected amount. One knows that things are truly catastrophic when close inspection, of said bill, reveals that many completed tasks have actually been missed off and the figures recorded are so conservative, that he must be subsidising the project!
“Pay the builder!” I hear you shriek – and I don’t blame you. Yes, he has confirmed his status as a guardian angel and I will pay him as soon as I can, without having to sell a child or an organ to raise the sum.
The lesson to be learnt is one of trust; there really are some wonderful people out there. Don’t allow experience to blind you to the diamonds amidst the dirt.
