Ah Eric. I remember him well. What a great little tiler he was.
He could tile day and night.
Never too tired or busy to get stuck into a job.
Always on the lookout for more work.
Even at the end of a hard day, he would still be up for a bit of tiling.
Always ready to rise to the occasion and get stuck into it.
He could do two or three jobs a day.
I think his record was five in one day.
And all were completed to a high and professional standard.

But,.. those days are gone.

First he just got a bit listless.
Slow to start and then only felt like doing one job a day.
Then he would miss a day here and there.
Then a couple of days..... I mean, where does it end?

Sometimes he needs a hand just to get started.
Or maybe a hand to finish the job off.
Other times he just hangs around all limp, with his head drooping down.
And now some of his work is way less than professional and well below his previous high standard.
I guess that's what they mean by Eric tile dysfunction.
And now you're telling me that he might be in for a heart attack?

Oh well,.. at least he can still piss on reef cuts. I learnt that on some highly respected web site just recently.