Thank Tink.
am feeling cross. Seriously cross. Has anyone come close to hitting their dp's? I believe I had an actual itch on on my hand just now.
You know the playroom? Just had the leakng shower fixed, and the ceiling and wall below, in the playroom, all replastered. It really all needs doing but we'll maybe do it later nad it's fne for now.
So I mentioned to dh I had bought some dran buster thing for blockages, as the shower has been slow to empty.
So he says actually, thats because the shower tray has moved, the pipe is therefore kinked so it will never drain properley.
Turns out, when dh fitted the shower, he placed a piece of wood in a strategic place under it, to ensure the pipes were held at the right angle. The chap plastering took it out when he was plastering the cieling underneath, naturally. DH didn't bother to tell anyof us about this, that it needed replacing, or anything!
So I blew my top I'm afraid. I mean, when was he going to mention this? When the shower overflowed and destroyed the new plaster? Or when he made a hole int he new plaster to access under the floorboards and the drainage?
And why didn't he just tell me or his mate who did the plastering?
Hs line was 'well I didn't know when he was coming back to do the cieling' The fact that the bloke has come everyday, and has progressed from prepping the walls, to exposing the ceiling joists, to bringing in plasterboard.....none of this meant that it looked likey the hole int he cieling would be plastered? ARGGGGHHHHH!!
I'd have been gutted at the waste of moeny and time if he'd just come and told me, but it was the wriggling out of it, and getting shirty for being questioned and called to account that truly pissed me off. Like a teenager. SLLLLLLAP!
And breathe.
SO I now feel like crap, am looking at finding more money to correct this, more time when we could be cracking on, and I'm supposed to be going out with him for the first time in ages in 2 hours. When really I would quite like to not set eyes on him for a week.
Poor dd1 was so stressed by the shouting and general vibes, she went up stairs to clean some rooms 'to help' and then cried.
SO ass utter vomit inducing guilt to fury.
Happy bloody Saturday.
Hope you are all having a nicer time than me. I bought a brownie tin in Sainsbo but there is no way I'm baking in this mood.