He insisted that this inspection had to be carried out from inside the loft and, while I'm not saying he enlarged the hole by sticking his head through it, there is quite a lot of plaster on the floor beneath it… and it does look a lot bigger than I remember.
The appraisal got off to a bad start when Uncle Zoltan announced that not only was he an expert on bonfire building, he also has unmatched knowledge of holes in ceilings. Which he insisted on imparting.
He had been holding forth pompously on the existential nature of ceiling holes for several minutes (while Wilson made Herculean efforts not to yawn) when suddenly his hat fell off.
W tried very hard not to laugh… but totally failed. He fell about giggling hysterically and Uncle Z flew off muttering to himself about 'children today' and their 'lack of respect for their elders. And betters.'
As it happens, though, when Wilson came down he told me he had 'the very perfect thing' to effect a repair — but it was in his Museum and he didn't have time to get it right now as he was extremely busy.
Well, the hole's been there for quite a while; I don't suppose a few more days will hurt…
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