Well, that’s the first two Christmas cards just arrived. As aforesaid, both are second class deliveries from elderly relatives – plus ca change. Rather less predictably, both are from B’s parents whose system must have faltered somewhere along the line. The markedly different hand-writing in each would seem to indicate where the breakdown occurred, I can only hope that they haven’t duplicated their efforts to the whole of their fairly extensive social circle. I have actually finished printing our own cards so just have a bit of trimming and a lot of envelope stuffing to do before we are ready to hit the post as well. For once, we might even make the second class deadline – we must have reached that certain age.
Its been a fairly quiet week apart from the scary wind yesterday and the intermittent construction activity. I had to lay down the law with the head builder on Wednesday as no one had appeared on site since the end of last week. It always seems to happen that once the main part of any particular job has been completed it gets abandoned, awaiting someone else’s attentions to finish it off. For instance, although we now have the skeleton of a porch, we still have no front door. I told him, in no uncertain terms that as our temporary arrangements are now breaking down due to bad weather; we have frozen pipes in the garage/laundry and mice in the shed/kitchen, I wanted a useable kitchen by the weekend. He does seem to have taken things on board as the place has been running like a fair for the past couple of days.
Its not going to happen though. The plumber has just told me that the joiner has boxed all his pipes in behind the new units and anyway, they’ve only sent one of him to man handle our large range cooker and washing machine out of the garage, across the yard, down the steps and into the house and the sparkey has yet to get actual power to the lights and sockets which he has just installed. We have a nice new floor though and the rest of the stuff should be done by, I reckon, Wednesday. Real progress at last and real food in the offing. I can’t wait. I am planning a big roast dinner for next weekend, maybe we’ll get two Christmases this year.