Poets again

A few weeks ago my favorite poet, Edu, promised me to fix up my apartment. He is a great guy and writes beautiful poems. He had a tragic youth hood, amounting to a Greek tragedy almost. In light of that insight (he shared with me on that occasion) he turned out amazingly well-adjusted. Yesterday he called me again, and promised me to come around on Wednesday morning and fix my built-in cabinet's disjointed door (he doesn't know yet that my furnace is misbehaving, too and I also have 2 mirrors, 2 towel racks to put up, and two shelves to assemble). Don't forget your word, Edu! I'll teach him English in turn so he can read all my badmouthing about him in the future (or praise).