We didn't land anyone with anything. We inherited (bought) from a builder, who should have been drowned at birth. This was our first house. It was always going to be a Do-er Upper. Even though we paid (£400 at the time) for a full survey, It showed everything. We needed to replace all the lathe and plaster ceilings. Walls needed to be either replaced, or strengthened. The roof appeared to be of "sturdy" construction. Until it rained. I ran out of receptacles!!
The rain was running down the walls, literally, into any and all of our electric sockets. Massive power cut, and because of the gale, there was no tarpaulin on the roof.
I'm stopping, right there, because otherwise I'll just sound bitchy, angry, resentful, killer, murderous, and you have 2 children and you're in the pub and expect me to get on the fucking roof?
I am not angry, resentful, killer, murderous at all. Not since he fell backwards into an empty swimming pool. At the deep end. Sadly, he fell into he empty swimming pool several years later. When it finally stopped raining, and after I finally got off the bloody roof, we discovered wet rot, dry rot and woodworm. We got the survey fees back, and then it really started. Where do we start? Where do we stop? He, who must be obeyed, with a tin foil hat. I kid you not. Me, with a two year old, project managing. LOL!!
I learned so much! I learned nothing. I made new friends, most of them builder people. Associated trades. We had no kitchen, for 3 months. We had no bathroom, for 2 months. Did you know, you can boil an egg in a kettle? It will never be a dippy egg, but it can be done, if you keep your finger on the boil button!
Because I was a SAHM with a 4 year old, a 2 year old and pregnant I was expected to be in charge! LOL!!!
It was all going really well, which should have alerted me. I remember that I had to go out, and when I came back, there was a different atmosphere. To cut a short story long, the carpenter person had gone AWOL, no one could find him. Then, the foreman bloke went upstairs, and found him, in our bedroom, rummaging through my underwear drawer. He was sacked, instantly. I was lucky, the foreman bloke was my brother in law. I cannot even describe how sick I felt. Even now. I threw all of the underwear away, and had to replace it, little by little. It sounds silly, but I felt so grubby. Does that make sense? Probably not! LOL! Just me, being silly.