That's appalling! Hope they don't come back today. Maybe you should have got a brandy with your coffee!
It feels a tad inappropriate to post this now, but I thought the CFB needed a song of his own (from Pirates of Penzance):
When I was a lad I served a term
As apprentice to a builder's firm.
I made the tea and I swept the floor,
And I first caught sight of a patio door.
And he first caught sight of a patio door.
I relished the sight so eagerly
That now I am the whiz of building fuckery.
He relished the sight so eagerly
That now he is the whiz of building fuckery.
As apprenticeboy there was no fin'r
That they gave the post of a dry-lin'r.
I cut the board to the size requir'd
And fixed them to the walls desir'd.
He fixed them to the walls desir'd.
I lined the walls so carefully,
That now I am the whiz of building fuckery.
He lined the walls so carefully,
That now he is the whiz of building fuckery.
In lining walls I made such a name
That a plasterer I soon became
I wore dusty boots and a dirty boiler-suit
But my latest girlfriend thought I looked cute.
But his latest girlfriend thought he looked cute.
And that new role did so well for me,
That now I am the whiz of building fuckery.
And that new role did so well for he,
That now he is the whiz of building fuckery.
Of planning consent I never got a grip,
But needless to say got a partnership.
And that was the closest I got to the law,
The right side, at least, the other side more.
The right side, at least, the other side more.
But that lack of facts so suited me,
That now I am the whiz of building fuckery.
But that lack of facts so suited he,
That now he is the whiz of building fuckery.
Now DIYers all, whoever you may be,
If you wish to rise to the top of the tree,
If your soul isn't fettered to the letter of the law,
Be guided by this and don't be overaw'd:
Stick close to your tools, don't learn the decrees,
And you all may be whizzes of building fuckery.
Stick close to your tools, don't learn the decrees,
And you all may be whizzes of building fuckery.