Angela awoke to the sound of tremendous crashes and bangings and leapt out of bed in some alarm, tripping over the hem of her nightie and stumbling into the other room. Domingo was kneeling on the floor, wielding an enormous hammer, knocking a hole through the wall.

"Domingo!" Angela shrieked. "Whatever are you doing?"

Domingo turned round and smiled at her, his face streaked with dirt and plaster. "Hello, Angela," he said. "I am making a fireplace."

Angela ...