So, Big Friendly doesn’t smoke in the house. He sits on the stoep and smokes and reads whatever he can lay his hands on, and often it’s the inside adverts from the local ‘stop ‘n drop’. And he confessed to me this morning…how romantic…that whenever he looks at the hardware and fantasises about drills and angle grinders that he’d love to have, he is always thinking about presents for ME! And the weird thing is…I love that shit! As he says, no American Swiss for me. Oh, what a match hey?