Today is my last of two days off when I am *actually* at home during the week – so I *had* hoped to get the plasterers in. But again ACE plasterers, for that is who I used have excelled themselves by not returning my calls yesterday or this morning. This is frustrating because it means:
– The room won’t be plastered before I have to move my stuff in.
– The room won’t be painted before I have to live in it.
But it gets better. The builders I rang yesterday; they’ve not rung me back either, so I can’t get the fireplace cut out and the new fireplace put in. I didn’t expect that to happen today, but it would have been nice to get some kind of movement on that. But *that* means that the floor isn’t going down in the forseeable future. Which means that I have to put minimal amounts of furntiture in the lounge.
Which means that everything has to go up in the spare bedroom.
Which would have had to happen anyway thanks to the plasterer and their ability NOT TO TURN UP OR FUCKING RING.
Builders and, frankly, everyone in the UK seem to have this Appauling level of customer service. Well, fine. I won’t be ringing them back. Time to call someone else.
Fucking useless people.
*This* is why I do everything myself, when I can, because not only do I turn up, I actually do what I say I’m going to do.
