He has two new shoulder joints, an elbow replacement and one wrist that doesn’t articulate. He got that falling off the town Christmas tree one year, while he was setting up the lights. He can still use a screwdriver with that hand. He had bowel cancer, which they fixed, but he thinks his cough is asbestosis. We’ll need a rewire, he says, because we have a lot of rubber in the lighting circuits. You only need to touch that old, perished rubber and you’ll have it flaking off. But he’s optimistic. There’s plenty of good new neoprene in there too. Never anything that can’t be fixed. Can we just unplug the wi-fi router a moment?