This is what the room looked like yesterday before even the bed and the hoist arrived.
Our hundred-square-metre room looks like a furniture store where the new lot of furniture arrived before the old lot was sold.
The main victim, apart from Galileo who was terrified, was the grapefruit tree which had to be moved back and forth and was knocked into mercilessly.
When everything had been assembled, Clive rose from his sofa like Venus on her scallop shell (correction: not quite like Venus), swivelled and ensconced himself in the wheelchair from where, after propelling himself across the floor, he used the hoist as a hand-hold to swing himself onto the bed – and then back into the wheelchair!
It’s like a little revolution has happened.