Oh. Oh, Dear.

Years ago, I was trying to find a small flat on the outskirts of London. I saw this place advertised, so I went to check it out. The landlord showed me round, but it was in a really bad state of repair, and it was drab and depressing.

Landlord: “We’ve been renovating.”

Me: “It’ll be nice when it’s finished.”

Landlord: “It is finished.”