Now...thats what I call progress!

 Early doors saw yours truly faced with the unenviable task of having to eat four bacon, sausage and egg rolls as the builders who promised to be on site at 8am failed to show. Having a waste not want not mentality I manned up and ploughed through the monster breakfast bonanza whilst seething over another days late start. They rolled in minus one builder who had gone with his wife to find out what type of baby they were having at second breakfast (10.30) and cracked on. I was working the late shift too so after a round of tea three sugars I left them in clouds of brick dust as they set about cutting new damp courses and laying a temporary plywood floor (which I am hoping they leave so I can recycle it)

It was dark when I got back so my beautiful and oh so patient wife sent me these pictures to cheer me up at work. Now that's what I call progress.