I feel it may be the time to start sending the emergency Fig Rolls, peeps.
They started stripping the slates from the pitched roof today. Now this is good, but.....
...they didn`t tell me they were going to, despite Mr Builder and myself agreeing I would get a couple of days notice of any work that was going to intrude into the interior fabric of the house. So that I could take down curtains or move furniture or put down dust sheets. I hadn`t yet dust sheeted the attic which contains computer and photographic equipment, fleeces (mercifully in plastic bags, yarn, camping equipment, a world class collection of vintage Playmobil, two spinning wheels, fabric, documents, the kids Christmas pressies. And the men were up there, ripping out the hundreds of eighty year old slate nails, each one leaving a tiny hole that dropped a trail of eighty year old building dust into the attic space. Not to mention eighty years worth of dust that was clinging to the underside of the rafters. Dust? Grit, grot, grime, general stour....
......ALL.....OVER....OUR....STUFF.........
Well, down the length of one side of the attic anyway, but that was bad enough. Think of a dirt layer, forty-five foot long, ten foot wide, one half inch (yup, one half inch) deep. Over everything....
What could I do about it? Absolutely zilch, apart from ringing the builder, the surveyor, Hubby. The men were winding down for the day so no point to me scalling the scaffolding and throwing them off the roof. Not their fault anyway. Mr Builder`s fault, for not giving me the agreed advance warning.
He wasn`t in when I called him, but by God, I`ll get my hands on him tomorrow, I swear. You will hear me in California when I do. I am pissed off.
The other thing I`ll be doing tomorrow is a little dusting. I think, though, it`s time for the Fig Rolls, don`t you?
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Fig rolls, I can definately do fig rolls by the box load, if need be!!!!!!
oh dear. i hope the Mr Builder's ear is well blistered by now.
Considering what fell through the fan vent into the house proper when they replaced my roof a month ago, I have resolutely failed to look inside the attic itself. Fortunately, it is more long term storage of my grade school papers and boxes of my father's wineglasses and similar than wheels and wool and electronics. But I still don't want to know.
Ugh.
ick, ick, ick! Bad, BAD Mr. Builder!
Fig rolls, British Air, special flight 801, coming from Southern California.
SoCal, where everyone with or without air conditioning eats dust every day. This is a dust farm.
Am I the only one who doesn't know what a fig roll is but now I want one darn it.
Soo just how loud was your discussion??
Send me your addy - I'll send you rolls....
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