Bare behinds

The end is in sight. Tomorrow should be the last day of banging my behind (or to that matter my front and top).

The roofers are going to be finished! Hurrah, flipping hurrah. I seem to spend all my time living in houses riddled with workmen.

So far in this house, I have had kitchen fitters (supplied by IKEA - not recommended, very uncouth lot).

Several tilers came round to do quotes to tile my kitchen floor, included one lot who threatened me with physical violence. I did the tiles myself in the end (OK, with allot of help from my BIL).

Two bathrooms have been done, but by different tradesmen. The initial one did not want the work of the other bathroom. A good job as I so wanted to point out the bits I was unhappy with, but didn't dare as to find any tradesmen in this area is near impossible. And the second one didn't want the other little jobs I offered either....

Oh and the lovely decorator. Really nice character, pleasant to have around the house. He painted all the window frames and roof eaves as well as stripping my hall stairs and landing another another room.

And then the chirpy roofers, nice gang but you know, like chocolate, eventually makes you sick. Of course we must not forget the scaffolders who introduced me to no 1. glazier who replaced 10 broken panes (yes, the house did look like Mr. Means house!!)

And now we have glazier no 2. (I don't joke about how hard it is to get anyone to come out this way and then they don't return calls to do more work).

So what is left, there is still the hole in the utility ceiling bathroom fitter no 1 kindly left. And I would like to see what is behind that blocked up chimney. And the kitchen still is not quite right. No doubt a wall will fall down.

Probably a good job it is never ending - if the house ever became finished I suspect I would have to be better at keeping it all clean and tidy - nowt like the excuse of workmen for not doing the washing etc etc etc.


So, now I am nearly there. A few questions

Why do they all work part time hours?
Why do they never ask to use the toilet (except *that* one who used up a whole loo roll every time he went)
Why do they always have their phones attached to them, yet never phone clients to say when they will turn up?
Why are all extra jobs *just* another 100 quid?
Why do they always moan to me about their work when they should actually be nice as I am the one handing over hard earned (or in the case of the roof, borrowed) cash?

And why oh flipping why can the NEVER shut the frigging door??????





P.S. Actually the roofers are exempt from allot of this moan - if you want a roofer, I have found a good one. Oh and a good decorator - but the rest... BAH!