My day off last Friday was ruined by my electrician being underfoot. I took my Dad out to lunch to get away from him and then I left at 3:30pm to run errands before my quilt group meeting, just to get him to work. When I returned at 10pm, I was enraged to find that the room wall heaters were still not installed which meant all the pulled out furniture had to stay there over the weekend!

The man does pretty good work when he does, but it takes him forever because he has to chat. You cannot say one word to him, because he’ll stop to talk. He’s also a get-rich-quick schemer and has a million ideas for him and anyone else standing around which means he has to talk about that too. My perfect contractor won’t work in the same place with him because he wants to keep working.

Four days later he still hasn’t come back to finish, so my life is on hold until I can get him out of here!