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Marjorie Pellwhistle, a fan with a glass-fronted cabinet in her living room, announced on Sunday evening that she urgently needs a builder. Her favourite team had just won a ninth title, and the cabinet, which holds mostly commemorative mugs and one pencil sharpener shaped like a trophy, had no room left for the celebration.
The cabinet is a walnut unit bought years ago in a spirit of optimism. It was designed for six shelves of ambition and not a single shelf more. "We never thought we would reach shelf seven," said Pellwhistle, adjusting a tiny plastic cup. "I had planned for modest joy, spread over several decades."
Builder Dermot Fanshawe-Oake arrived on Monday with a tape measure and a calm expression. He measured the cabinet, the wall, and then the cat, who sits on the sideboard and is considered load-bearing. "The cabinet is not the problem," he said. "The problem is that the sofa has started to look like a display plinth."
The household has already made sacrifices. The toaster now lives in the bathroom, the shoe rack has been promoted to a pedestal for a scarf, and a framed photograph of Pellwhistle's aunt has been politely moved to the hallway to make room for a commemorative tea towel. The aunt, by all accounts, understands.
The cabinet itself has opinions. Speaking through a handwritten sign taped to its door, it said, "I have been holding nine titles' worth of pride since Sunday, and my hinges are tired. Please stop opening me to show visitors." Nobody has yet had the heart to reply.
Fanshawe-Oake proposed three options: a modest side extension, a mezzanine for the mugs, or a conservatory-style annexe with its own lighting. Pellwhistle chose the annexe, then asked whether it could include a small velvet rope. The builder said the rope would cost extra but admired her commitment.
Neighbours have been supportive in the way neighbours are. Horace Tumblewick, from number twelve, offered a spare garden shed, on the condition that he be allowed to visit and say "wow" at least twice. Pellwhistle agreed to one "wow" and one thoughtful nod, to be delivered in that order.
Plans are now underway for an opening ceremony, which will involve a ribbon, a lemon drizzle cake and a speech of roughly forty seconds. The cake has been told that it may not sit on shelf nine, which is reserved for something more permanent, such as a mug.
Asked what would happen if the team won a tenth title, Pellwhistle went quiet, looked out of the window at the garden, then at the shed, and then asked Fanshawe-Oake whether he had a card. He did, and it was already laminated.
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