Can you see what it is yet?

Looks like a bleedin' mess at the moment. The man who can came over, donned his boiler suit and grafted all day in exchange for a slice of quiche and a coffee while I earned a living in a more effete and rather cleaner way. But when he'd gone, I leapt up the ladder and carried on womanfully (why is that not a word when men have manfully...?)