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b'What\\u2019s The Matter Here?\\n\\u2018Have you got a minute, Mick?\\u2019\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 \\u2018Yes, of course, Ana,\\u2019 Mick said, lying through his teeth. Basically, he divided people into two groups: those with time for anything \\u2013 people like Ana \\u2013 and those with time for nothing \\u2013 people like you, me and Mick, right?\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 Mick put down his seven bags of shopping, wiped the sweat from his eyes, straightened his back up, and gave Ana his full undivided attention. Little did it matter that he had left the dinner on, that the ice cream was melting or that Joe was waiting for him to do his history homework. It served him right for trying to make a home run before nightfall.\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 So, what would it be this time? A loose wall tile? A fused light bulb? A dirty door knob? For his sins, Mick\\u2019s neighbours had voted him Administrador for the year; \\u201cfor the year\\u201d, not \\u201cof the year\\u201d.\\n\\u2018Don\\u2019t move,\\u2019 said Ana, darting back into her flat, then reemerging with a plastic shopping bag. \\u2018I found it on my balcony.\\u2019\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 \\u2018Oh, thanks. Sorry,\\u2019 Mick said, suitably humbled as he inspected the offending sock and clothes peg.\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 \\u2018No problem. Oh, by the way, about those pot plants . . .\\u2019'