It Is Bloody Freezing.

Hey,

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I went out to feed the birds this morning and it is bloody freezing out there.

I would not be surprised if it began snowing immediately.

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The various bunches of birds waiting in the trees were all huddled together too, and looking a bit forlorn.

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Never mind though.  They not only got bread for their breakfast, they also got a chopped up, good quality pork pie, that I found wrapped up in foil at the back of our tiny little beer fridge.

That should put hair on their chests….metaphorically speaking of course!

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We cannot get a proper new fridge until we have made a space by removing the huge, heavy box that contains the new central kitchen extract…and we can only get that space by getting the said extract unit fitted up above the bench.

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This was all supposed to be done about a month age, but the ‘brilliant’ shop fitter/joiner that we were recommended to employ, turned out to be useless.

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First we gave him the money to buy the wood, MDF board and sheets of plasterboard, which he brought and deposited in our hall.

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The following day,Saturday, we were up at 7am to clear the kitchen of everything that was lift-able and get everything set for him to make an 8.30am start.

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One of our other workmen also arrived on time, to give the joiner a hand.

He had better things to do on a Saturday, but he was a really nice guy and he was trying to help us to get things finally done.

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Time passed that morning.

No phone calls, no communication, no joiner!

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Eventually the other guy left at 11am to salvage what was left of his Saturday, unable to make any contact with the joiner.

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We were disappointed and bemused, and in the late afternoon we put everything back into the kitchen in order to finally be able to make a proper meal, have a mellow bottle of wine, and get over the annoyance of the pointless, wasted day.

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Then what happens!

At five thirty there is a knock on the  front door and Big H goes to answer it.

It is the missing joiner.

I think that Big H had expected some sort of dramatic explanation, possibly including the loss of a leg, and an apology, but all the guy just stepped into the hall while briskly rubbing his hands and said “Okay then, I’m here to get on with it.  Let’s get started.”

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Incredulous, Big H  asked him  where he had been, why did he not let us know, and why did he just leave the other guy in the lurch like that when he had given up his Saturday to help him earn extra money?

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It turned out that the joiner had been playing football, as he usually did on a Saturday, an arrangement that he had obviously neglected to mention or even think about, and he apparently did not have any time to phone.

Big H asked him when the football had finished, and why he had not even rung then, but the answer was that he needed to go home, get changed and have something to eat and a bit of a rest before coming to us.

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Needless to say he was told to bugger off.

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Strangely enough, he was quite incredulous himself, that we were refusing to let him start knocking a frame up there and then, as he was now ready to begin.

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You have to laugh sometimes or you’d cover yourself with piri-piri sauce and impale yourself on a barbecue fork.

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So, that is the long and frustrating saga of why we are still using a little beer cooler for a fridge, and why we now have to step over a big pile of wood and MDF in order to get into the kitchen, not even mentioning the two huge sheets of plasterboard leaning against the radiator beside the front door!

All of which needs to be continually moved around at the moment so that the painters can access the skirtings and doors.

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HELP!

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I hope that you have now cheered up immensely, and will be appreciative of your own situation which hopefully includes none of the above redundant building items.

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This too shall pass.

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Love

Jx

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