I was so looking forward to being able to have a lie-in this morning, as all the week I have been setting the alarm because of workmen coming in. Well, on Tuesday and Wednesday that was a complete and utter waste of time as the Plumber didn't show up, or answer my phone calls. It would appear he's Not Good on communication. On Thursday I left a curt, Please phone me and let me know when you will be here again" message, put the phone down, and he arrived 2 minutes later. Now he lets me know exactly what is planned and when, and yesterday we had the chippie here all day, cutting up sheets of plasterboard and boarding in the bathroom where needed. He was a lovely young man, and used to live just up the road so knew all the local gossip! We had hoped the bath would have been fitted before the weekend, but the carpentry took longer than expected, even though B didn't even stop for lunch. We were impressed by him and have taken his card and talked about him doing the kitchen fitting in February or so next year. The Plumber is doing overtime on Sunday afternoon and coming to fit the bath in then. The tiler arrives on Monday, so it's all happening here. Can't move upstairs though as there is a bath in our top hallway, so woe betide us if we want anything from the airing cupboard at the moment.
Where was I? Oh yes, lie-ins. Would you believe I slept right through the night, and didn't wake until 5.45. This is unheard of - certainly since we have moved here. Anyway, shortly after that I was aware of a plaintive meowing outside our bedroom door. It was Alfie, he of the strong paws, who had managed to open the staircase door and come up to remind me that a little breakfast wouldn't go amiss. (The door has warped and you can't shut it on the catch any more.) I would replace it. Keith says don't bother. So of course, I came downstairs and here I am, with an early cup of tea.
We had a letter from the Consultant yesterday, with the results of Keith's scan. It gives a reason for his balance problems so now he needs to see the GP and sort out some treatment. It was not, as Keith kept saying, the lingering effects of the Steroids per se. Sadly his mobility is not set to greatly improve. Now I can apply for the Blue Badge etc.
Yesterday I baked a Spicy Dorset Apple Cake to take up to the farmers up the lane (3 brothers) after one of them cut our hedge for us last week. So I shall stroll up there after breakfast.
There was more "fighting" with the awkward bits of x-stitch yesterday, some unpicking and resetting of stitches with Lord of the Rings on the telly in the background, to partially hide all the banging upstairs. At least we will have a little break before it is kitchen time, but we need to get a plan drawn up and a couple of quotes in. Chippie not at all sure on the merits of Ikea kitchens - and let's face it, what you save in buying them as a flat pack you then pay out in handfuls for whoever's installing it to put it together. Probably better to buy them already put together!
I'm just looking at bath "caddy's"- you know that thing you put across the bath for soap and shampoo and they all seem to have a fitting for a glass of (red) wine! Or a Tablet propped up and/or a mobile phone, and petals in the bath! Hah! I don't know about you but I like my wine in front of the tv, not in the bath, which I look upon as the place you get washed! I must be getting old:)