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Showing posts with label Bob the Builder. Show all posts
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Monday, 31 October 2016

The Man Says Yes



Day 22

L locks the builders out this morning, possibly deliberately although she says not. For once he turns up early and before we can rectify the problem but at least we know he’s been today.

I email the bathroom shop to moan about all the delays and ask them to paint the ceiling. I think they should considering what we’re paying them but I’m sure they won’t.

I get home to discover we have a new toilet and almost a new sink. Which is in but not connected and not fastened down yet. The man himself tells me it isn’t finished (obviously) but will be tomorrow and it will look great. All finished? Everything? By tomorrow evening? The man says yes... Ha ha.

Dogging tonight goes to a vote, a re-vote and a re-count or at least it appears to. Eventually it is decided there isn’t enough of us and it is cancelled again. 

(Monday 31st October)

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Famous Last Words



Day 10

I finally manage to get on the bike while L waits in for Bob the Builder who gets his 8:30am mixed up with some another 8:30am in a different time zone. She spends the time wondering how easy it would be to reinstall our lovely old bath.

When he finally turns up L tells him about the latest problem e.g. our kitchen sink flooding the bathroom and duly repeats the flooding when he asks for a demo. 

Bob reveals the secrets of getting the toilet you have paid for when you ordered it for... he told them how stroppy we were being with him and that it was a really unpleasant atmosphere to work in. So that's our reputation blown then and to think L went out to buy a bag of white sugar especially for his tea. Perhaps he deserves his sugar if he’s got us a loo. 

I consider that perhaps I did ought to start getting stroppy with him.

Then we find out we have a new young chap who gets the rest of the ceiling up, gets the lights working and starts tiling. He asks whether we want them straight or laid like bricks? I tell him to just get the bloody things on the wall asap. 

The new chap says things will speed up now he's here. Famous last words. I still can’t see how there’s any way on earth it will be finished this week even if they both start doing all nighters.

Oh, and apparently they doesn't paint the ceiling, we have to do that. Bargain.

The Nottingham Half Marathon will have yet another new route for 2017. Now there’s a surprise. There is just one small tweak as they have removed the dead turn on Abbey Street but they’ve still left the one in on Derby Road. That’ll be 2018’s tweak I would imagine.

Dog training tonight and then a pint of Wainwrights in the Masons with L.

(Wednesday 19th October) 

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

The Straight And Narrow



The legs are still functioning after another day on the bike but I hobble a bit through dog class. Afterwards I rendezvous with young Picasso in pub who has been in Mickleover painting her Mum’s bathroom. L describes her skills as more Bob The Builder but when has Bob The Builder ever ran to a painting job. Although I bet Picasso was more of a triathlete.

I finally get around to booking some flights for our ski trip. Oddly a trip to Zurich proves by far the cheapest option, so Switzerland it is this year. L agrees to come with me on the basis that someone has to keep me on the straight and narrow. Personally I think she’s more likely to lead me astray.

(Wednesday 11th March)