I was up early this morning (and of course slept badly last night so had only just dropped off again when my alarm went off at 6.30). I needed to get the last of the things out of the bathroom (e.g. stuff we had used the night before) and the bath scrubbed clean where the non-slip mat had been. Not that it really mattered as the bath itself was disgusting with stains that just would NOT come off, though I had tried and tried.
The chaps to install our new Worcester Bosch boiler were due to arrive 7.30 - 8. They arrived at 20 past and were gone by half past because someone had ordered the wrong boiler . . . NOT ME! So it will probably be another week before we see them, but at least we still have a working central heating system. I was a little perturbed that this had happened, but of course it wasn't the engineers' fault but I did expect an apologetic call and an update from the company, which wasn't forthcoming. When I phoned up this afternoon to see the state of play, the lass was very apologetic and said she would let me know as soon as the replacement was in and let me know when it could be fitted. I don't know about you, but when I was a secretary I would have phoned the customer up to explain what was happening (and to say sorry), but Tam says things aren't like that these days and the poor girl probably has to combine lots of different jobs.
This was the state of play when the Plumber and his mate left - an afternoon's work ripping everything out. I think the stripe up the centre of where the bath was is where they moved the Pink Bedroom wall. (It widens out there and then there's an approach where it narrows. I think this may well have been where the original staircase came up. They are back tomorrow and everything starts getting put back in. Meanwhile we are left with the en-suite shower with its extra-sensitive meld of hot and cold (it is VERY specific to a particular millimetre on the control. The little triangular sink is in a corner of the Guest bedroom and not easy to get to to shave or clean your teefs. Washing your hands there is bad enough. So, a few days of making do before we can luxuriate in a bath which doesn't feel like it's lined with coarse sandpaper. OH AND WE DO HAVE A TOILET IN THE EN-SUITE! I think some of you were worried we were going behind a bush in the paddock!
