Before I have a whinge, I would like to say that I fully realise we are luckier than most. In a few weeks we shall be living in a great house and although we will have a larger mortgage and reduced savings, we are exceptionally lucky to have had the opportunity to create our family home. But...
...this last bit is killing me!
The decorators arrived (yay!) and decided to listen to a competing radio station to the builders. Who listen to a competing radio station to me. That's three radio stations in one house (and yes I realise I could turn one of them off!) The electrician came to install LED lights he thought I had. I didn't. He opened up the boxes of the electric towel rails we had delivered three months ago and discovered they were not electric. So I ordered some replacement ones which were more expensive than the first we ordered.
The new seal for the washing machine arrived. Jim's away till Friday so I have so far spent 6 hours trying to fix it. It is the worst job ever. I am now so far into it that I can't not finish. In between this contractors keep reminding me of the little extras we agreed to which will appear on an as yet unfinalised bill and even though worrying about it is pointless, I still do.
So that is that, but here is the good news... The carpets are being laid next Friday. That means that in all probablity we shall be out of our temporary accommodation in the garden and into the house in 10 days. I still can't quite believe it.
After that there are still rooms to paint (the decorators are only doing the newly plastered ones) wallpaper to hang, the downstairs flooring to lay, the stairs to varnish, a garden to try and rescue and our lives to unpack.
But we are nearly nearly there. I just need Lemsip and a washing machine to power me to the end...