Another man in my kitchen

I do miss not having a man in my kitchen so imagine my delight when Ed appears with his big hands and plastic bag full of danger. He’s here to do a bit of carpentry but has a sideline in smashing things. Already I’ve lost a favourite flower pot and he’s almost ripped my light fitting out just by flicking his hair in between cups of tea. I’m worried he’s going to saw his finger off but he just laughs and asks what’s for breakfast. Bloody hell, I’m not a b&b you know.