Ralphy wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his sweatshirt and threw the rest of the coffee into the mixer, whch was churning the next load of muck. ‘Give it a bit of colour,’ he muttered, grinning up at me from between bushy eyebrows.

I took the empty mug from him, surveying the worksite, where a week ago a stolen People Carrier had demolished a large section of the front wall. ‘We should be finished by Monday,’ he said.