There are numerous jokes and sayings to illustrate the general dopiness of an individual. There’s “if he’s got a brain cell it would die of lonliness” or “if brains were dynamite he wouldn’t have enough to blow his hat off”, etc. Well while our journey is coming to a slow and juddering end with regards to the repair work on the shop, you never know from which crease or crevice the next fly in the ointment is going to appear. Today, the process was derailed by a level of dopiness that bordered on spectacular.

Yesterday, the builders warned that there would be a lot of work with regards to their next bit of work. OK – but they have taken down the partition wall that shielded our shop from the building work. You shrug and assume that they know what they are doing.
This morning we were greeted with a thick layer of grimy dust that impermeated every nook and cranny of the shop. We were back to square one and it was if the car had smashed into the shop all over again, but instead of red brick dust, this was a creamy limey kind of persistant crap, the likes of which I had never seen before.

The dust got into your lungs and rattled in your throat and we quickly opened the doors to alleviate the condition. Lugging bundles of newspapers about was a welcome distraction from the overall feeling of murderous rage I felt towards the builders. No effort had been made to contain the dust and everything was ruined…again. So for the second time, we would have to clean up.
So we made up the newspaper rounds, met the boys at the door and headed off home. An email was sent off to the project co-ordinator and he paid a visit to see the extent of the damage. Cleaners would be dispatched. Life would go on again.

It still doesn’t make me feel any better or get rid of the taste in my mouth and the grumbling ache in my lungs.

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