I was about to start work on the bedroom fireplace yesterday when I got a call from the builder, who I've been using on various projects around the house. The sort of job I can't be arsed to do myself, or I haven't got the skills to do myself. The builder was calling to see if he could start the latest of these jobs, this one's filed under "can't be arsed", he wanted to start today. This job is knocking through into the garage from the lobby, and installing a fire-door. So I had to down-tools in the bedroom and quickly clear space in the garage and move the power cables to the boiler and shed.
Cables out of the way.
That's going to be a lot of doors all meeting in a small space,
but there's nowhere else to put it and I need access to the garage from the house.
Pat the builder is currently making much noise out in the garage. I sounds like the whole house is coming down. The dog is, so far, surprisingly calm.
This is horrible, builder knocking seven bails of shite out of the wall. Every blow of the sledge hammer seems to make the whole house shake. Dog still not bothered, it's me who's flinching at every bang.