Today summed up why restoration is stressful .... while planting the hedge it suddenly dawned on us that we had relatively few plants left and a long way to hedge - work stopped and we had a count up - we found we were 250 short. I make the required phone call only to be told 'oh yes, we thought we would send you out these to start with, the rest will be with you on Thursday', fine but it would have helped to know.
Whilst returning indoors to make this phone call the plumber asked me to check the height of the shower rail, walking upstairs he casually mentioned that this shower 'isn't the same as the one I've fitted in the en-suite downstairs'. Panic number two, we have bought three identical showers, we collect up all the packaging - yes it's all the same but one shower is clearly different and clearly poorer quality with less fixings. Second phone call, the guy in the bathroom shop is also mystified but eventually we find a different serial number on the 'wrong box' and are assured that they have another 'right' one in stock and can get it to us tomorrow.
After all this trauma I sit down for five minutes and hear the sound of running water - excited that the cloakroom sink must be being plumbed in I go to look. No plumber downstairs but water coming through the living room ceiling - yes where we've just stripped the beams. It turns out the toilet on the top floor is being installed and an experimental flush sent the contents of the cistern down three floors.
We go home and open a bottle of wine ....
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