Since my DH’s hip operation, we have been having a steady stream of tradesmen to our house doing minor alterations.
The painter and decorator was so messy and talking so loud on the phone, but the rest were okay.
I usually made cups of coffee, spend 10-15 minutes chatting and then I left them to it. We have an outside toilet they can use. Getting up really early in the morning is my biggest problem.
The other day, I even approached the tradesman working on my new neighbour’s house asking for his help. My daughter and her partner were struggling trying to dismantle my DH’s adjustable electric bed in our dining room.
He said to me: ‘Give me 10 minutes and I will pop over to your house to have a look at it’. Ten minutes later, he came, had a look at the bed, went back to his van and came back with the right tool.
I thought that was really nice of him to help a complete stranger.