I am developing a phobia about letting tradesmen into the house.
Last week the painter didn’t get much on our front windows but did manage to paint the concrete forecourt, carpet, wooden floor, my leather jacket, even my car.
We have a long history of dodgy workmen. One who fitted a kitchen water heater knocked a hole in the wall for the flue. It was months later we found he’d pushed the debris out through the hole and onto the shed where it damaged the waterproofing and gradually broke through the roof.
Builders working on flats opposite reversed a heavy lorry onto our forecourt and crushed the concrete hard standing.
Soon after we first moved in, water began to pour down the electric light flex in the loo when it rained. Despite having had a full survey done we went in the loft to find a bucket catching drips from a patch of damaged tiles.
When last week’s painter was attempting to clean up his mess I stepped around the carpet marks and accidentally hit the central heating control. It was only next day, after a very chilly evening, we discovered I’d switched off the system.
Over the years everything’s been fixed as new but it saps your will to live at times.
It’s a Victorian house and I love sash windows but next time I think I might have to try DIY.
Forgot my vaping kit so tried an Njoy Bold puff’n’chuck eciggie. Nice “smoke”.
Just finished a couple of good books. Killers are a nasty bunch but they plumb new depths of ruthlessness in Cold Killing. Luke Delaney does an excellent job of exploring the dark passages of dangerous minds.
And I don’t think I’ll be holidaying in Scotland after Simon Kernick’s Highland Quick Read. Wrong Time, Wrong Place is a short, sharp shocker.
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