Ultimatum

Enid can bear it no longer.

“Listen, you lot,” she says. “Either you get the workmen in to finish them shelves so I can set this kitchen to rights, or I shall hire a cunning wee blowtorch from the ironmonger’s and burn it all down.”

The gentlemen immediately suggest that Enid might enjoy a restorative visit to Royal Tunbridge Wells, as a treat. They, meanwhile, will sort out the kitchen themselves.

Enid accepts.