Saturday, 6 March 2010
This started as a small repair involving a small bit of filler in a small corner of the windowsill in my bedroom. I am trying not have a small hissy fit. *
I don't drink; sometimes I wish I did.
*Editor's note: Lovely Son grumbled that he "was getting all the blame" (don't they sound about five when they complain like that?) so in order to restore his amour propre, I'm stating plainly here that it wasn't him, but the joiners who rebuilt my dormer window who made a terrible job of it.... And that's the catch with cowboy tradesmen of course - you don't want to have them back to make good what they made bad years ago, do you?
Posted by rachel at 17:21