After yesterday’s debacle wtih timing for the arrival of the carpenter, and his need to return again this morning, with his painter counterpart, it was suitably organised that they arrive at 8am.
Just in time to move the dishwasher back in front of the fridge as I’m about to prepare lunches for the day. And just in time for what we now refer to as “Swear O’Clock”; that period of time in the morning where you repeat the same requests numerous times and mutter for fuck’s sake under your breath quite a lot.
Of course, with a carpenter and painter there, I had to restrain myself considerably. Wouldn’t want to corrupt them or anything.
Oh, and then had more fun than yesterday, keeping Chippie away from wet paint.