Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Because although it's only been less than a fortnight I'm losing track of how long it's been. Outside, each new paving slab takes an entire load of concrete to set in place. I'm told this is unusual and will mean I could park a small house on the driveway when it is done. Not having any grand desire to do so, I half wish they'd find a quicker and cheaper way of doing things, but these things will take the time they take.
No builders outside yesterday as it was raining until 9am. I'm not entirely sure why they couldn't come once the rain had stopped, but meanwhile Mog's new doorway has been cut, giving her bedroom that "hey, others have ensuite bathrooms but I have an entire ensuite house" look, and filling her bed with boxes and dust so she's camping out in the cot in my room. This is not entirely successful, hence I'm posting at 3am having evicted her to a more upright position back in her wheelchair. Obstructo-gal is entirely too noisy for me. She's now living it up in the large gap by her bed, projector on, music playing, and if her singing isn't necessarily any quieter than her squeak hiss judder mode of breathing, it is at least easier on my ear, and I'm sure more comfortable for her too.
In answer to a a few questions, yes, Bob is and was a real builder, not a mate doing me a favour. No, he hasn't finished yet and I don't suppose he ever will. This isn't the last bit of work we need doing to the house but I think I'll recover from this one before going for the next. And yes, I do know what time it is.