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)

Anaesthetic

Day 18

L falls over MD's bed in the dark. It's usually in the hall but is now in an unfamiliar place in the kitchen due to the ongoing bathroom refurb. I've fallen over it practically every day since it moved there but L does these things much better than me and goes full length on the tiled floor, banging her knee and gashing her shin. 

She still manages to struggle to the pool but is already considering wine tonight. Will that help? Probably not but it’s a decent anaesthetic. 

I’m on the bike again but it’s hard work. I’m feeling a bit down on power today.

There is not a word from the building site today. So it will be a nice surprise if we get home and something has been done.

I get home to find that the builder appears to have been in the house, move his tools around a bit and made a cup of tea but that’s all. No progress.

L runs to squash where I heroically lose 5-1 before we hit the Navigation.

(Thursday 27^th October)

Pfffft

Day 17

I text the builder to tell him the shower still isn’t hot enough. He replies quickly giving the illusion that he’s on the job as we communicate. Hopefully he is. He also says the toilet will be in for Friday although he does say which Friday.

I manage to cycle and L manages to swim. L says that no one at the pool asks how she is any more, it’s just

‘Good morning, how’s your bathroom?’

Erm, unfinished.

Then its dog training followed by a pint with L in the Masons where Wainwright is the guest beer yet again. L says be a daredevil... they have Bass, Pedigree or Old Speckled Hen. Pfffft Wainwright please.

(Wednesday 26^th October)