Metal wrenches against metal. Too much time on the trigger. A baby screams. Fingers strain as a wheel slugs into place and a hand chops down to mark job done. The time is unconvincing.
Final chance to slice the margins downwards. The stopwatch flies – slick and precise. In the first blur the wheel nut traps in the gun and the brief scramble to realign surges the time to over 35 seconds. Aspiration deflates … it’s been a coffee and croissants performance suitable only for caravans.
The Phraser 