The builder's hammer, hanging from the back of his leather belt, lightly tapped his tail as he walked towards us. "That tree'll 'ave to come down," he said "the clothes 'oist 'as ter go there... "We're finding another place for the clothes hoist" I said sweetly, "in fact we're not having one at all.... "Wot! No clothes 'oist!"he said, going red in the face, and stamped off.