We have some new windows which were an absolute bastard to put in as the house is quirky and confuses spirit levels. It may look straight but it aint. It may be straight according to many spirit levels but to the human eye it looks bizarre. We barked endlessly in shifts at the builders. But only because we knew they were scared of us. We were indifferent, even a little flirtatious, to Aga Man and Wrought Iron Blokes, who thought we were sweet and felt sorry for us having to lie on sofas, watch Bright Ideas TV/Under the Hammer and be given endless distractional treats/filled bones to distract us from the intrusion.
Because this week we have been mainly confined to the front rooms/bedrooms due to the Aga being fitted. Going to the karzee was done on leads as Wrought Iron Blokes also in. They should have finished the railings in September, and just realised they have more chance of getting paid if they finish the job. Like Duh! even us doglets get the command/reward/time calculation.
Aga not yet functional as it went dark before the flue could go up. They should finish it tomorrow. But hot food/cooking might not happen till Tuesday. S'OK - we doglets like our walks to the takeaways. We have been promised Home Made Biscuits made in Aga, as recompense. Bet they're veggie though :-(
Humans painted the ceiling over the Aga this evening, as kitchen project starts on wednesday and humans didn't want to be turning Aga off so soon, or trying to paint over the new kitchen. Aga takes 24 hours to heat back up. More ceiling painting tomorrow.
We say "kitchen project" as having kitchen fitted would sound far too simplistic for the immense project this is going to be. Remember this was a delipidated old house which has been neglected, badly treated and bodged. Even the surveyor used strong terms such as "butchered" "filthy" "ancient" and "ruined". Current "kitchen" is a a cheap botched affair, the cooker is concreted in, numerous holes/chasms in the plaster, filthy shattered marley tiles, ruined fireplace, gas pipes extended amateurly and the hot water travels for several minutes before reaching the kitchen, even though the new boiler is less than 3 metres away. Heating Man didn't pick this up when he connected new boiler, too distracted trying to stop the cellar flooding.
Thirty square metres of floor tiles weighs Many, Many Trillions of Abes(1). The Collective were impressed, all sitting on the new windowsill, as the humans valiently struggled them indoors.
(1) An Abe is the Collectives weight measure but has become skewed by the small ones recent extreme weightloss. Never mind the Abekins diet, being "prey" gets those kilo's off! An Abe is about a medium bag of pick 'n mix/cone of chips