Once upon a time there was a solicitor who lived with his wife and two small boys in Somerset. He thought he was pretty hot stuff on building contracts. So much so that he wrote the occasional article for Building. His wife fancied a move and saw just what she wanted being built nearby. It was going to be a few months before the house would be finished. The builder found playing tennis in Tenerife more interesting than building a house in Somerset, and apart from himself, the total workforce was an elderly carpenter who was also a bricklayer and a plumber, and one labourer. This was no problem because the solicitor needed tune to sell his house and so they agreed to exchange contracts and then wait to complete.
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