Today, I experienced the true meaning of the French expression "Je m'en fou" (Póg mo thóin).
My builder came by the house to give me a tongue lashing about the work I have accomplished in my house. I seriously expected him to offer me a job. But instead, he ranted on about the "black economy". I think he is preparing a case for the European Court of Human Rights.
In these situations, I always fall back on Constant's perennial question: Who is the client? Who is paying the bill? Oh yea, it's me, who just worked my ass off to tear out a stone staircase and knows from bitter experience that it doesn't cost €4000. Perhaps, he thinks I should pay him in pounds sterling!
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