|Bucket of Plaster Under Threat!|
Did I have a key? He needed to get back in before the plaster went off. I didn't. But the Estate Agent did. I ran to the High Street, burst into the office. The plasterers locked himself out and his plaster's at risk, I cried, have you got a key? M, the estate agent, coolly picked up a bunch from his desk (how did he know and why were they there?) and handed them to me. Thanks, I cried and ran off. A bucket of plaster saved.
|Plasterer Back Inside - Phew!|