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Everything tastes of gypsum and zinc
Friday, June 12th, 2015 10:15 amI feel really washed out.
I worked from home yesterday as the builder came in (eventually – he arrived about noon) to do more of the work that was supposed to have been finished a month ago. Yesterday was supposed to be the last time he comes over last bit of painting and touching up etc.
He’s coming back today.
Luckily Elle has arranged to work from home today. We were supposed to be meeting Alix (her sister) after work for a drink and possibly a meal, but I think, if previous form is anything to go by, that the builder won’t arrive until about 11.45am and will still be there approaching midnight. This means that I will stay and keep an eye on progress, whilst staying cosseted in the study. Elle might as well go out – there’s no point in both of us being bored to tears.
I can’t complain about his work ethic when he’s there. He puts in a solid day’s work, but he is always late arriving and underestimates the amount of time at ever stage. And because it takes him longer, he stays late, which means that come midnight we haven’t eaten dinner. Then, by the time we’ve had a shower and so on, it’s a case of getting to bed around 1.00 and up for work pretty much as soon as we’ve dozed off. Ten years ago, that wouldn’t have been a problem, but these days I try to get just a bit more sleep.
Anyway. Fingers crossed. Believe it or not, I am actually looking forward to the amount of cleaning we’ll need to do this weekend, because it means that we will be getting our home back.
In theory.
I worked from home yesterday as the builder came in (eventually – he arrived about noon) to do more of the work that was supposed to have been finished a month ago. Yesterday was supposed to be the last time he comes over last bit of painting and touching up etc.
He’s coming back today.
Luckily Elle has arranged to work from home today. We were supposed to be meeting Alix (her sister) after work for a drink and possibly a meal, but I think, if previous form is anything to go by, that the builder won’t arrive until about 11.45am and will still be there approaching midnight. This means that I will stay and keep an eye on progress, whilst staying cosseted in the study. Elle might as well go out – there’s no point in both of us being bored to tears.
I can’t complain about his work ethic when he’s there. He puts in a solid day’s work, but he is always late arriving and underestimates the amount of time at ever stage. And because it takes him longer, he stays late, which means that come midnight we haven’t eaten dinner. Then, by the time we’ve had a shower and so on, it’s a case of getting to bed around 1.00 and up for work pretty much as soon as we’ve dozed off. Ten years ago, that wouldn’t have been a problem, but these days I try to get just a bit more sleep.
Anyway. Fingers crossed. Believe it or not, I am actually looking forward to the amount of cleaning we’ll need to do this weekend, because it means that we will be getting our home back.
In theory.