So, up before 6 a.m on Friday morning in order to denude the windows of their curtains and blinds, and to shift in-the-way furniture because it was the day the new windows and enormous front door were being fitted! Wasn't it? Yes!
No, it turned out. The fitters were due to arrive at 8. I even moved my car from the driveway in order to give their van lots of space and that was no mean feat these days with roadside parking spaces becoming a premium on our street. Honestly, it is like parking roulette up our way, mostly I believe because houses are being sold and bought as buy-to-lets and then are being filled up with non-family types who have several cars between them and no space to park them on their rented driveways. Anyway, as soon as I saw a space I shifted my little blue car. Needn't have bothered.
For at ten past 9, just as I was starting to feel a bit testy, the phone rang. It was the glazing company, most apologetic, one of the fitting team had failed to arrive for work, family crisis, you know how it is, very sorry, these things happen, we're all human aren't we, so won't be able to put in your windows and huge front door until Monday, sorry for the late notice and inconvenience, is that okay?
Well, I didn't have much choice, did I? A promise was made to arrive promptly between 8 and 9 a.m on Monday (tomorrow) and I wasted another hour of my life replacing most of the curtains, blinds and furniture and feeling VERY testy. And then I settled to writing this month's magazine article. At least it would be peaceful and quiet, I thought. No installation noises to distract my creative thought process.
WRONG! Within 5 minutes of my research into when egg cartons were invented (1911 if you're interested) there was an almighty racket coming from out the front of the house. It was like a combine harvester had arrived and was chopping up gardening canes.
It was a tree surgeon lorry. Parked seriously close to our garden wall. Hacking down next door's leylandii hedge and feeding it through a wood chipper. Even closing the windows didn't affect the impact of the racket. I couldn't help thinking that if my triple glazing had been installed a week ago when it should have been, before the issue with the 'Big Door' arose, then I would be oblivious to the hedge massacre occuring outside.
Still, I am an increasingly determined writer. I had set aside THAT morning to write the article. It was in my diary. I had a publication deadline to meet. I gritted my writerly teeth and I wrote that article to the background noise of lumberjacking, oh yes I did!
The absence of the leylandii (which must have been a good 25 feet tall, means that our living room has a lot more light pouring into it now, which is a good thing. However, it has also left us exposed, upstairs, to full view of the bedrooms of the houses opposite us. Which leads me now to thinking that once the new windows are in (fingers crossed tomorrow) I rather fancy to have some vertical louvre blinds fitted, both upstairs and in the bay window downstairs. I am not sure how Flora will like this idea as she commandeers both windows at various times of the day in order to stand guard on the house and watch for intruders and the approach of undesirable types. And observing bats and moths in the evenings and whipping herself into a state of frenzy just before bedtime.
However, given she makes no contribution, either financial or housework-wise, to the running of the house, she shall have no say in the matter of potential blinds, vertical or otherwise.
It is now raining. On Friday it was hot and sunny. Perfect weather for installing windows and a door. Tomorrow promises to be wet, too, and possibly windy stormy. I hope this will not be an inconvience to the fitters. Or I might just have something to say.