So anyway, the Locks are planning an expansion at Chez Lock and we wanted to get some work done on the house. The Missus duly did her research and called four builders who advertise to do the kind of work we wanted done.
The first appointment was for Friday evening at 6.30pm. At 6.10pm, I received a call from the woman who was going to survey our house and draw up the quote. She wasn’t feeling very well and couldn’t make it. Could we reschedule? I was pretty annoyed at this because I had tidied up and the Missus had left work extra early to be here. I made some quip about “must be a good party you are going to…and well it is a Friday night we all like to get drunk on a Friday, no?” and sent her on her way.
On Monday, the second company was due to call at 7.00pm. Of course, they never bothered to turn up or even call to announce the fact that they couldn’t be bothered to turn up.
The third company didn’t bother to return our calls – so that’s another no show.
Our fourth choice is due to arrive tonight. However, at 9.30am, after walking Alex the Wonderdog, I noticed a message on the answer machine. It was from the fourth choice informing a “Mr Ford” that last night’s survey had been successful and that the quote was in the post for him to sign. What the heck was that all about???
Without sounding too much like Alan Partridge: “This country!”

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