Still wading trhough treacle (or is it sawdust)

I discovered something today – some builders don’t want you around when they are working – especially if you know what they should be doing and more to the point – how they should be doing it. No scope for scams, for charging you for materials they didn’t use, for doing things shoddily and charging you top whack for the privilege. We are two our builders worst nightmare (or at least Andrew is) because he scrutinses their work and insists on getting it to his standards (which even I think are a bit excating at times) but as these guys don’t come cheap they shouldn’t expect to deliver a shoddy service. Yes- you’ve guessed it – the main builder and the drainage boss man.

I had to ring them today as I’ve had no word from either of them in a week. The fire doors are still not on and the drains which should have taken one week now looks like taking five and a half – and still with the unresolved issue of the paved patio. We should be getting a drawing of his proposal to incorporate decking into the design tomorrow. Though somehow I’m not holding my breath. And I’ve now been told that the new doors will be arriving tomorrow afternoon and the ‘chippy’ will be out to fit them on Saturday. Fortunately at this stage they are not holding up progress in the rest of the house so it will be no great disaster if he doesn’t arrive.

What is holding up progress though is the tilers not being able to complete the bathroom this week. Not now till early next week. I can’t really get mad at them because they had other stuff booked in and it’s partly our fault that they couldn’t get access to the bathroom when they were free. What is also holding up progress is that we still hven’t got all the electrics in place – not even (or especially the first fix). Work is going on as I write (10.30 at night) but that’s part of the problem. The ‘sparky’ can only come sometimes after work which apart from slowing the process makes for very long days for us. We have to be up to let in the workmen that arrive at 8.30 a.m. and be here for the ones that finish at 11.00 p.m. and frankly at this point I’m am fed up; tired of the long days, of the constant dust; of what appears to be so little progress or at least the sporadic nature of the progress. My dreams of having this all finished by the end of the month has not quite turned into a nightmare but it is certainly an uncomfortable place to be.

I am trying hard to maintain my belief that thing happen when they are meant to and that everyday I learn a new lesson but right now I just feel like I want a day off school. It was great to have the kitchen guy start yesterday. Please dear God let him be consistent

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About predencia

Author of novels Dare to Love and Betrayed www.pennydixon.com poetry anthology Raw www.cymbalspublishing.co.uk and blogger www.writingcreativelywithspirit.com
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