When the plumber came to my front door, he couldn’t take his eyes off my trousers
The IndependentI don’t suppose anyone actually enjoys Zoom meetings. Sure, they made it possible to keep calm and carry on during the pandemic’s most difficult days; and a video call is more time-efficient than an in-person meeting with someone who lives 200 miles away. And on the rare occasions I have had to wear something smart for a video call, I’ve gone the full hog – rather than tie and jacket on display and pants only off-screen. On Thursday, I had put on a suit to attend – in person – the funeral of an old friend; a hugely uplifting affair at the wonderful St Bride’s Church on Fleet Street. The leak, it turned out, could be swiftly sorted with a few turns of a spanner, which somehow made the whole episode worse, as I – ridiculous and evidently impractical – made polite conversation for the full four minutes he was in the house, all the while wishing that plumbers could fix things remotely.