When the plumber ran his fingers over a crack on the wall, his eyes seemed to gleam with questions of competence, my competence. He looked at me, the crack and back at me. Alarm bells rang in the voice of my parents, teachers, neighbours and every other voice I knew from my childhood. And they all seemed to shout in unison- “are you good enough??” The implication being that I am not and never will be. I was back in school. It was sports day and home room teacher had pressured