Well, there’s still not an awful lot to say. We are delighted with the way it is going and find it almost impossible to fault anything. His work is top quality and yet he also works quickly and long hours. Ian said that the only way he could think of improving things would be by cloning our builder and we’d rent him out! Today he has been tiling the new guest bathroom and it really looks superb (yes, I will take some pics). He has chamfered the edges of the tiles so they butt up neatly to each other on the corners. The tiles look great too. In fact they look so good, that we are wondering if we ought to have gone for these in the other bathrooms too – however I am sure that we’ll be equally pleased when these are done.
I think we’ll start to see things coming together now. While it hasn’t been great not having a shower, it’s not been for too long. The plumber is also going to change our water pipes so our new shower will actually be a shower and not a dribble. He was pretty stunned by our low water pressure, and then looked at our teeny tiny pipes and suddenly understood! He is going to replace them back to the mains. As this will be replacing lead pipes it sounds like a good idea – and in the overall scheme of things it certainly makes sense doing it now.
Our builder is also going to sort out getting our electric supply upgraded – hoorah. He agrees that our supply is too weak now for house of this size. We would have got around to it ourselves – eventually!
There’s still a few more weeks work as they are going to do the outside too – quite honestly given the quality of the work that has been done so far, I can’t wait to see what they achieve with the outside!
Given that we normally are followed by mayhem and havoc, it is nice for things to be going so smoothly. I do feel that I am cheating you and this blog is getting very boring to read.
So….
Yesterday I fell over when walking Henry and Sam. Not just one of your little trips, or tiny stumbles. This was a mega – arms flaying – dancing-up-the-road trying to get my balance before face planting in the lane. Right by the builders who are building the car park for the sports hall. And the farmer. Oh yes, and the shepherd and his sheep.
My problem was that I tripped in slow motion and then couldn’t decide what to hurt! I was trying to keep my weight off my ankle, but this was all slow enough that I was also thinking ‘not the hands’. Which is why I ended up lying face down with legs and arms safely behind me. If it hadn’t been for me being prima-donna-ish about my hands, or concern over my ankle, I really think that it would have been a tiny stumble.
And of course it looked so much more impressive than it actually was.
I think to (all the many) others it must have looked like I had at least a swarm of wasps inside each shoe which was causing me to leap around, before – for some unknown reason – I decided to jump inexplicably in the air before doing a massive belly flop onto the lane. By the time I got home all my aches had gone, but I was still covered in enough road-debris to give Ian a bit of a shock – oh, and for something else for the village to talk about….
But be assured – nothing injured other than a bruised ego (again…)