It’s official
I have builders.
Yes, honestly. That’s not a misprint. Outside, in the junk yard between the house and the garage, there are a pair of builders who are doing things with bricks and sand and cement and wooden joists and there’s another builder out in his van between here and Hull who’s fetching the big sheets of poly-carb to roof the gap with. And they were here yesterday ALL DAY, and he even turned up the day before in the afternoon to assess the job, just like he said he would. I didn’t want to mention it before hand, in case I jinxed it.
The fact he’s two months late is completely forgiven, as from the sound of it, he’s had the same kind of hellish year as a few people I know. I don’t care he’s late. He’s here. And he’s working. In spite of an inch of solid hoar frost over everything (garage roof looks like a skating rink) they’re working.
I think I’m going to go make them another cup of tea. As I’m generous like that. 
