Only a complete idiot would take advice from an addled George Osborne so instead of fixing the roof when the sun was shining, we arranged for the roofer to call on the day the October monsoon emptied itself all over the house. Rather like George Osborne, the insignificant drip was transformed into a long streak of what suspiciously resembled urine coming through the attic rafters.
The appointed hour came and went but the roofer did not. A message was left on his answer machine and the hiatus allowed the TV to be fired up to watch the latest episode of one of the funniest series of programmes ever broadcast. (more…)