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 31^st October)

No Visible Signs

Day 19

No sign of the builders at our place but I do get two communications from the bathroom shop. The first to say that our latest new toilet will be delivered today, so hopefully they’ll be a builder there by then to receive it.

Then an hilarious second one from Customer Care asking how we are finding our new bathroom is. Erm, unfinished? I had to correct the poor girl on a few matters.

She then made a few enquiries and rang me back. Our toilet has been delivered to their shop and is waiting for our builder to collect it. So its Friday install date isn’t looking like this particular Friday. I’m sure L won’t be too surprised to see the old one still in situ when she gets home.

I get home to find no visible signs of builder attendance at all today, so no progress. Oh well, it’s a good excuse to open a few beers.

L heads upstairs with an Old Norwegian in one hand and an old Derbeian/Nottinghamian hybrid in the other.

(Friday 28^th October)

Oink. Oink. Flap. Flap.

Day 11

I’m on the bike again. L gives up waiting for our slacker of a builder and leaves the key in a pre-arranged hiding place for him.

Doggo is now going straight into the front bedroom each morning without being prompted. There is after all plenty to chew on in there. I can see we’re going to have to leave the wardrobe as it is, he clearly likes it in there as well.

The plumber quips that the shop always tells their customers its only 4-5 days work for a new bathroom but it never is. Hmmm. He could have done the job in a week, easily, and if we were paying him directly, he would have done.

Certainly no one mentioned that eleven days in we’d have nothing new fitted and just the one wall tiled. Yes, just the one and that isn’t even finished. He concedes that he will need a full day on Monday to put in the new toilet and sink but will work until 6 or 7pm on Monday if need be. Oink. Oink. Flap. Flap.

At lunchtime I go for a shower at the velodrome because obviously we don’t have one.

It's squash tonight and then a beer at the Navigation.

(Thursday 20^th October)