I’m upstairs....
My husband has banned me from going downstairs as the third lot of builders (builders C) are here to fit their third hearth....
The plumber who is always late (and tried to stop me from getting my son a prescription last time he was here, and frankly is a plumber so unquestionably a dickhead) is also supposed to be coming to fix the central heating that was obviously ‘fully tested’ before we moved in.... it’ll be nice to have it fixed for this weeks heatwave☀️
It’s only maybe the 6th or 7th visit from tradesmen that we’ve had since we moved in 9 weeks ago...
Also we had to transform the living room this morning into the building site look for them... I like nothing more than rearranging all the furniture, putting up the pictures back up, moving vases, photo frames etc etc....
It’s actually fun, I wish I could do it all the time..... I wouldn’t want to feel too at home...
So anyway I’m stuck upstairs so that no blood is shed (or at least so that I don’t have to ask them if they’ve mastered the use of the tape measure yet...)











