The Handyman’s Shift (Berkshire Edition)

There’s a particular sort of quiet that settles over a suburban cul-de-sac once the homeowners drive off to their office jobs in the City. Eight years in England and I still haven't got used to it: back home in Spain, no street is ever this quiet at nine in the morning. As a handyman, that silence is my starting pistol. It’s not just the privacy of an empty house; it’s the gear I’m wearing.