Martin doesn't hear a word of it. It's probably for the best, because if he did, things would surely only get worse.

He takes the box down to the van (the value of which, it must he said, he has no idea) and slides it into the back before grabbing the hand-trolley out.

"Here, let me," he says, once Rich appears with the other box. He takes that one off him as well and situates it next to the first.