Ok now I have just about had enough. I have the same amount of cupboards as last week, I still have boxes of food on and around my dining table. I still don't have the plastering finished but hey, what the hell, they decided to start tiling the floor today anyway.
I have been out all morning sorting out Graces prescriptions, doing the shopping and visiting my sister-in-law to drop off my nephews birthday present, I have just returned to find half of the floor tiled, the fridge blocking the doorway somewhat and no builders, yes it would seem that they have cleared off again after doing only two and a half days work last week (apart from when I called them out on Saturday to tell them there was a big leak coming from behind the dishwasher) wasn't a nice experience for them facing an irrate 'me' and especially as the rugby was just about to start.
I feel like telling them to just leave it presently, and we'll finish it ourselves, it would probably be a damn sight quicker, but Mark keeps reminding me to bite my tongue.... I've nearly bitten all the way through now. I am so sick of them, I want them to finish and just go away. I want them to stop breaking all my cups, move all their rubbish out of my garden, stop using my toilet and just get lost!!!!
I know its very immature of me, but with the way Grace has been and not being able to live properly, has made my stress levels very high. They have phoned and asked me what colour grout I want for the wall tiles today (well so the voicemail said on my phone) and I didn't even reply, they don't listen to me anyway so I'll let them decide, may aswell be purple for all I care presently. They keep asking me what colour I want the ceiling painting even though I have said a hundred times, I think, that I want it white. They say that its boring..... they can have an African violet ceiling in their own house, but I want white. I seem to recall paying for whatever I wanted anyway.
Moan over and now I feel......... just as irrate.
Off to look at the horses now and see if I can cheer myself up with a little flutter.
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Don't know about you hun but I want to drive up there right now and smash their cocky faces in with a mallet until they resemble mush and then laugh heiniously.
The cheeky git's, I thought our builders were bad enough but this takes the biscuit. Can't offer any help but sending the massivest (((HUG))) stay strong and quiet at least until they finish then let rip and tell them you definitley won't recommend them. Tell them watchdog have been secretly filming and they are only going to give them until the end of the week before they expose them.
Damn it, I'm annoyed on your behalf chuck.
Much love
xxx
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