Night Train said:
Having elderly parents in the house means I have a cupboard full of CF lamps and a basement full of loft insulation rolls.
Kettle's on.
I'm sure you're suppose to put the insulation in the loft you know, not the basement... I suppose it stops the moles digging up through the floor?
Oh, talking of loft insulation..
Wednesday, I had to let a guy in to survey my loft (the landlord's arranged insulation). Bit of a pain, had to take time off work, they said they could guarantee 'afternoon' and call me an hour before to get home (I confirmed this on Monday too).
10.20, a guy rings to say he'll be there in an hour. No you won't I said, I can't leave work before lunchtime. Ok he says, how about 12.30? Ok, I'll be there, or at least I'll be on my way....
So I'm home just before 12.30. I get up to the flat, put the kettle on and look out of the window to see a van go by slowly, 'JMark Installations'. That's the name they said on the phone, I think. Down I go to let him in, and when I get out front, no van, he's gone. <sigh> thinks I, he's failed to find me (because my 'front' door is round the side). So I stand there, waiting for him to come back looking confused. Half an hour goes by, no sign. It snows a bit. Then I see a JMark van go by the end of the road. I dash down, and it's waiting at the lights at the corner. So I run up to it, and say 'are you looking for <my street>?'. Blank looks from the lads inside, no, not us.
At 13.20 a car pulls up, and it's the chap for me. From Mark Installations....