Big jobs!

 The internet saga reached its climax Thursday with an interesting exchange between yours truly and a very nice lady representing the 32 Openreach engineers busy digging up the road between us and civilisation. The nice lady admitted that there had been a big fault on their part and that it had all been fixed days ago. No reason could be found for our internet not working, it was all fixed, honest. Had we tried turning it on and off again? Being one step ahead of the techno nerd I happily informed her that I had indeed tried the well used on off again routine. Had I reset the system. No dammit, no, aha she cried sensing victory, hit the reset for 30 seconds  and she was certain the 32 engineers could go home early. Sure enough 31 seconds later we were in touch with the world. Simple when you know how.

 Big jobs continue at a pace and we are definitely at the point of no return. The sun room is now weathertight, so the wall and window has been removed in some order. The house being so bashed around by so many trades required the removal of the two youngest members of the household who went to stay with supergrandma so we could demolish the place without risking small casualties. The house was strangely quiet without our boys, if quiet entails a background noise of hammers, drills, smoke alarms set off by the fumes from the plumbers blow torch (incidently the plumber who really was called Steve must have thought I had the word MUG written across my forehead as he wanted £200 extra to return and fit a radiator plus £385 for the thing. I went to B and Q that evening and got the same spec radiator for £140, delivered, and I'm pretty sure another Steve can be foiund to fit it for substantially less than £200 call out) hoovers, music and swearing from the plumber who was 9 foot tall and hit his head at every opportunity.

 Eventually the dust settled, lots of it, imagine the aftermath of a volcanic eruption, the trades left promising to return and finish the job next week. So as my beautiful and oh so patient wife were left all alone with no children on Valentine's eve for the first time in 4 years we took full advantage of the situation.

MBAOSPW fell asleep and I made some model tanks. Who says romance is dead.