Doodledog
I am waiting for the carpenter to fit three new shelves - one long one for books, and two to go in a cupboard to store CDs . He was supposed to be coming today, so we moved hundreds of CDs out of a cupboard onto the dining room table, and I didn't sort out more books to go out to a charity collection that happened this morning. He didn't come. That's the sort of thing that I find maddening. We now have nowhere to eat tonight, and it will be a month before I can arrange another collection for the books. In my experience builders etc don't consider (or don't care about) the inconvenience of last minute changes of plan. It's just work for them, but it's home for their clients.
This, absolutely.
Today is the day the electricians planned to come and fit new ceiling lights in the kitchen.
'Mike' would be coming - late afternoon.
We planned our day - including a medical telephone appointment - around it. My partner is disabled, so a little planning is necessary.
I discover an email in my Inbox at 1100 am - could they change the time to 1200 mid-day... the exact time of the medical telephone appointment. Oh, and it will be 'James' and not 'Mike'.
I send an email - make it 1245, we are otherwise engaged. No response by 1130, so I call the telephone number - no answer. So I send a text message, still no reply. Then at 1230 a call from 'James' he will be here at 1245.
At 1320 - 'Mike' arrives, not 'James'.
Ten minutes later 'James' arrives... "is Mike here?"...
Disabled or not, I've given up and left it to my partner to deal with them - he can toddle around on his zimmer frame and look after them.
I can't make tea or coffee because the kitchen's covered in dust sheets. Our dust sheets - theirs are full of dust, apparently... 