The Man Machine (part three)

The solution struck me suddenly, like an angry nun.

“I’ve got it” I shouted.
“You have?”
“Yes! We must make your house appear smaller”
“And how, exactly, shall we do that?”
“Do you think we could strap binoculars the wrong way round to their faces without them noticing?”
“No.”
“And do you have enough blue paint to cover all but the centre of the east wing?”
“No.”
“Then there is only one thing for it. We shall have to take your house to Everest.”
“Why on earth would I do that?”
“So that, from a distance, it looks like it’s a tiny house on top of a small hill”
“You, sir, are a genius. ”