Monday, September 26, 2011

Bricking it






Our brickies have finished up today, which seems quite a milestone. We need no more bricks - this house is built. One of their last jobs was bricking up an internal wall that had previously been a 'decorative' glass partition between the hall and the dining room. 'Decorative' it might have been (and that depends on your point of view), but the dining room will become our study and there's no way I'm allowing a window into Dr B's study, as this will only reveal a mass of unfathomable wires, torn up envelopes and half-arsed attempts to invoice BUPA for somebody's clicky hip.


They've also bricked up the serving hatch, presumably because I don't look like a lady who needs one (and they'd be right - I have a melamine tray for that sort of thing). I'm pleased with the overall effect as I thought the new wall would make the hall too dark, which it doesn't seem to.


Dr B's been acting a bit cagey for the last couple of days. He's been speaking to the plumber about our replacement central heating and new boiler. The builder says it's going to cost no more than £5,000 - he's quite certain about this, which is reassuring. The plumber has other ideas - he says it's actually £10,000. Dr B didn't know how to tell me.


The problem is, we don't have that sort of flexibility in our budget anymore - not since the extra steel and the new roof tiles. I'm wondering whether Carl the builder needs any more staff. Somebody to brew up, stroke their chin and chew pencils. I'm good at that.


Anyone want to buy a kidney?



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