Right, this is all getting a tad repetitive but there you go. The chimney breast in the en suite has been boarded up and awaits a supporting bracket. There is now a mountain o' shite piled up in the front garden, but for half the price of a weeny skip, you can have a mountain o' shite van come round and drag it all away in one shot; if you don't mind destroying your front garden. Doors have now been bashed through to the en suite and what will be our walk-in wardrobe on the right. The reception has been completely stripped now of wood chip and awaits God's Plasterer (TM). This individual is held in awe by the rest of the Bulgars, 'He is machine' they say, 'No breakfast, just cigarettes and go.' We witness this for ourselves, as, in the space of the first ten minutes of our arrival, he's plastered the chimney breast in the kitchen and both sides of the stud wall in the utility. The reception awaits his machinations, as does the en suite and the main bedroom. Two weeks before we move in, the crew shrug their shoulders nonchalantly and say 'No problem.' We shall see.
B
3 comments:
Two weeks?
Hahahahahahahha!
Good thing Snow Leopards are used to sleeping outside in the snow.
This sort of negative thinking really doesn't help matters you know bunny boy! Especially after yesterday's 10 grand quote from the spray seal fellas who reckon if we don't fix the roof before winter the whole thing will need to be replaced. Houses, who needs em?
B
Get those pics of that sooper floor up... I realise your soft, girlish hands are bloodied and sore from your exertions, so don't bleed on the keyboard.
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