The thrum of a two stroke engine signals the approach of Madame Bay in her gold metallic 'Wild Child' voiturette. Within five minutes of her arrival she's arguing with the builders. '' How am I supposed to work here ? Look at this mess " . A row of neatly arranged boxes containing electric drills a particular irritant. She tells the joiner to wipe his feet. The workmen take the remonstrations of this beturbaned virago with good grace.
Madame Bay spends the rest of her morning cutting roses . By the time she goes every vase is full of slightly wind damaged blooms. Even the kitchen has become a riot of pink. The house looks as though Barbie has decorated it.
Bob and Sophie thoroughly enjoy the mornings theatre.