I spent half the morning up at Third House, discussing things with builders and painters in a cool, rational manner.  I WANT A FRELLING BLOODY BLUE THAT MATCHES THE FRELLING BLOODY BLUE IN THE TILES, OKAY?  AND WHERE’S THE NEW FRONT DOOR?  AND YOU SAY YOU INSTALLED THE RADIATOR–THE RIGHT RADIATOR–BUT SINCE I CAN’T SEE IT BEHIND THE 1,000,000,000 BOXES OF BACKLIST, WHICH IS WHERE THE BACKLIST SEEMS TO HAVE ENDED UP,* I WOULDN’T KNOW.  NOT KNOWING IS MAKING ME NERVOUS.

            Then I walked he