Progress report: So far no disasters, unlike Richard’s Flanders & Swann song. Christian and Kieran (the engineers, smartly dressed in their uniforms with no plumbers bums to be seen) arrived at 8am, said they would immediately drain the water system so I’d better the fill the kettle for a cup of tea and theirs was white with one sugar. They were appreciative of the biscuits and mid-morning complimented with on my excellent coffee. Christian is the eldest, very polite, good manners, Kieran is more of a Jack the Lad with a cheeky grin. Both have Newport accents you could cut with a knife.
I went to a neighbour for coffee to escape drilling sounds leaving R3 on (it was Shosta’s 11th to be followed by Haydn’s 25th) Was I being cruel? On my return Kieran apologised for changing over to R1 although Christian had begged him to persevere with classical music!!
The boiler is installed (as yet not connected so I have no hot water), lots more to do. They finished at 3.30, Kieran and an electrician will be here tomorrow at 8am, still possibly could run into Friday (Christian is off for a very long weekend fishing for carp in Oxford) As the kitchen was getting crowded I took myself off into town for lunch, which was very nice, probably do the same tomorrow. Also tomorrow electrics will be off for some while. (Why I spent so long scrubbing the kitchen I don't know as there is a faint film of brick dust everywhere even with the dustsheets they put down) So, rather draining emotionally (anticipating disasters) but so looking foward to the end result.
On topic, fine drizzle, tipped it down mid-afternoon, high of 18.8°
I went to a neighbour for coffee to escape drilling sounds leaving R3 on (it was Shosta’s 11th to be followed by Haydn’s 25th) Was I being cruel? On my return Kieran apologised for changing over to R1 although Christian had begged him to persevere with classical music!!
The boiler is installed (as yet not connected so I have no hot water), lots more to do. They finished at 3.30, Kieran and an electrician will be here tomorrow at 8am, still possibly could run into Friday (Christian is off for a very long weekend fishing for carp in Oxford) As the kitchen was getting crowded I took myself off into town for lunch, which was very nice, probably do the same tomorrow. Also tomorrow electrics will be off for some while. (Why I spent so long scrubbing the kitchen I don't know as there is a faint film of brick dust everywhere even with the dustsheets they put down) So, rather draining emotionally (anticipating disasters) but so looking foward to the end result.
On topic, fine drizzle, tipped it down mid-afternoon, high of 18.8°
The picture in queston is by Charles-August Mengin of Sappho! I have two Ken Done pics, no-one except me seems to like them. 
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