Baz and Joe head home, leaving the electricians working away. There is now no power at all in the church space and they work by large arclights on into the early evening. They are ripping out all the old (and some is very old indeed!) wiring and you get a sense they are happy as pigs in muck!
I wish them goodnight, they say something indecipherable in 'black country' speak and I leave. The day ends.
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