Handsome plumbers (not from Poland)

Brrriinnng! It's the doorbell.

"Bonjour," I said as I opened the door. Before me stood a very handsome man, if frighteningly young looking. I imagined he must be a plumber because he had a blue overall with "Plumber" written on the right breast. What is this, work experience? I thought. Helping Dad for the day? In disguise and escaped from borstal ?

"Je suis ici pour fixer le dripping tap," he said, rattling his large tin of plumber's things. (Another giveaway.)

Stone the crows! At last some thawing of the letting agent's stoney heart. I'd been emotionally blackmailing them for months now to come and fix the hot water tap, with killer lines like "I'm pregnant! And I have a small child! In the evening there is no hot water left for her bath!" * plays plaintive violin music* etcetc

"Come in, come in.." I said, rather conscious of my 4 day old comfortable house slacks. "Would you like some tea? Coffee?" Ribena? Glass of milk?

He politely declined my offer and set to work. Rather dramatically, he didn't fix the drip at all, instead he replaced the entire sink! Not just any old sink, but one with a MIXER TAP. Mixer tap says posh. Mixer tap says class. Mixer tap says lovely, high-pressured bubbly water with no drips. Me love new mixer tap.

Do I need to get out more?