Lo, the builders cometh
I am so the happy bunny. Lying in bed this morning, 7.30am, and the sound of a hammer-drill being used not 20′ from my head intrudes upon my semi-consciousness.
Yes, the builders have arrived. En masse, too. There are five of them out there - one roofer, two plasterers and our own dear builder, John, with his sidekick. There’s plasterboard going up, tiles going down and windows going in.
The fact John didn’t leave here until 9pm last night makes this doubly impressive. He was out there working with James putting up the last of the ceiling supports by floodlight. James himself shifted 3 tonne of limestone rubble, as a base for the patio bit we’re going to have. All of a sudden, things have started to move. Amazing what you can accomplish when you start sending snotty letters, isn’t it?
