Dave has been racing against time today.
He arrived at the crack of dawn and removed our loo within the hour. He then set about installing its replacement like a man possessed; anxious, he informed me, to ‘get back on schedule’.
Once the toilet’s in, the worst of things will be behind us, he says. He asks if that’s a pun. I tell him I’ve no idea, and we decide not to pursue the matter further.
The new loo installed, Dave set about more tiling, and then some painting. The walls needed doing, and the ceiling, too.
Apparently, he’s scheduled to begin work on a loft conversion next Wednesday, so needs to have our job done and dusted by Tuesday at the latest. He’s here till almost 8 o’clock, keen to make the bathroom ‘fit for purpose’ – or as fit as it can be, bearing in mind the floor is shot to pieces and must be replaced on Monday.
It’s hard to believe the job is almost over.
It’s also a relief. I expect we’ll miss Dave, in his way.
Though possibly not for long.
Thought for the Day
‘It’s a funny old world. A man’s lucky if he gets out of it alive.’
W C Fields (1880-1946)