From the garage comes hammering and a few choice swears. Adam is on another DIY kick. Sal opens the door to find him standing amidst an array of different lengths of pine. The project isn't progressed enough to tell what it is yet, Sal hesitates before speaking. "Hey, Dad, what is it?" Adam looks up, eyes wilder than she'd expected.

"A clothes rack, an airer, something to dry clothes on." His mouth stretches into something that could never pass as a smile and he lets out a huffy sigh. Sal nods, eyes still taking in the chaos.

"Wanna cuppa?"...