I just love it when ‘Husband in a Hurry’ goes to work and leaves me to handle it, the builders! I’m sure he didn’t mean to arrange this all on the same day, but that’s how it’s worked out. To be fair, which I try to be, the soffits and guttering should have been finished, but inclement weather has meant it has dragged on to a further week. Cleaning the roof ideally should have been done before the gutters but it is ‘in the family’ ie the guy on the roof is the father of the man replacing the gutters so they should both show consideration to each other, shouldn’t they? I’ve never seen the point of cleaning the roof, I don’t know anyone else who’s ever done that and I thought that’s why it rained.
When that well known double glazing firm fitted our new front door, (think snowy, white topped mountain) six weeks ago, they didn’t quite do the job properly. The frame bowed and needed some repair. They also came today. So it’s been fun for a wheelchair user.
My PA has been good this morning providing tea, chocolate brownies and the loo breaks have been frequent. The number of men at the house today has increased as the morning has passed. Once my PA left the teas have dried up. I can’t fill a kettle or pour boiling water into mugs AND I’ve run out of milk anyway. An able-bodied person would just nip out into the town for more supplies but that’s not going to happen and I don’t think they like plant based milk. By the time one o’clock came I had six guys here doing various drilling, hammering and scraping jobs with no refreshments. I’m sorry but that’s what happens.
It’s surprising how many people in the trade industry listen to Radio 2. 10:20 is the time when everything stops for ‘Pop Master’. I had my whole stairs and landing redecorated last week and Dave listened and this week it’s Terry, fixing the soffits. So, one day this week I stopped and played with them. It was very organised, with 3 columns, written on Terry’s whiteboard. We have to play over 2 rounds because none of us are that good. So imagine this, if you would like, there’s Terry and Scott and Terry’s dad, Bill, in my kitchen listening to Ken Bruce, ready and prepared for whatever he may throw at us. And then the doorbell rings and it’s Waitrose Home Delivery with my groceries and Jean-Francoise. He unloads the shopping and joins in. I think it’s great that he doesn’t feel pressured to leave for the next delivery.
Four grown men of varying ages and a wheelchair all trying to answer a Radio 2 trivia quiz. We are proving that we can answer the questions on pop, to show that we are still alive, they are younger than me so they can do the new stuff but I know the 70’s. Perfect combination.