The guy who is doing work on your building is sitting at a table in the entrance hall, at 12.30 on the dot, lunchbox open, a napkin and cutlery placed just so, and a half-empty bottle of wine in front of him on the table.
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This page contains a single entry by Katia published on January 21, 2008 2:45 PM.
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...you say this like it is a bad thing?
Hopefully he's not working on the electrical system... or the plumbing... or the structural supports...
Gotta love it.
What was he eating?
Next time, please take a photo.
Hahaha, I had to stop myself from intaking a sharp gasp of breath, anal anglo-style, the first time I saw a similar scene! My favourite is the mail-order foie gras. Only in France...