Posted: Yesterday at 13:52
I was trying to wrack my brains as to what you meant by a quarter! Glad you're so easily sorted out.
I'm now sat at work. Unfortunately Fridays are never good days for teachers to contact so I'm looking a little lost in the corner of the room. I imagine like so many people they are winding up for the weekend of paperwork and marking and goodness knows what else they're expected to do that no one realises they always seem to be doing.
So I'm playing the "mentally work out where I can put the greenhouses". I don't like them where I had planned for them to go. I am hoping, just hoping, that this builder is THE ONE, and that he will magic up a slot in the next few weeks so that we can start work. Truth be told I don't even mind if we don't get the plastering done on all the rooms before Christmas if we can just have a house we can walk around without having to dodge the electrical cables and play squeeze between the piles of stuff that currently have no where to live.
Because, and I don't mean this in any kind of nasty way, but the famous paint supplier that often gets muddled up with a condom manufacturer have changed their range at least three times since we first started on the house and I'm getting a little fed up of having to keep finding out what fancy name they've called the deep blue I want this time (dark ocean with added shrimp, bluebell meadow on a dusky day, royal regetta sans pims... ITS BLUE GET IT. BLUE. DARK BLUE IF YOU WANT TO BE PICKY QUIT GETTING SO FANCY. YOUR PAINT GOES ON MY BATHROOM WALLS SO I CAN LOOK AT IT WHILE I PEE DON'T THINK YOU'RE ANYTHING SPECIAL).