The two men who came to fit the internet were only forty-five minutes late. They left their shoes and mud at the door, fiddled around with a cable for a few moments, opened and closed the window, then headed upstairs to the roof while I went out to school.
One of the secretaries appeared with my key an hour later. “It’s all done?” “No, there was no key to get on to the roof so they’ll come back next week.” “Monday? Tuesday?” I asked, more in hope than expectation. “Sometime” was all she said in reply.