Well, eventually blocks did arrive. Paul the builder ordered 36 pallets of blocks. I don't know exactly how many blocks you get in a pallet, but I'm going to guess at "around 100". Big buggers they are, too. Not exactly certain where they're going to live in the (hopefully) short period of time before they are turned in to the South Wing of Whitzend (TM).
Anyway, for now this is not a problem. We were expecting 36 pallets. That's about 3,600 blocks in total.
At about 2pm the blocks arrived. There were 36 of them.
36 Blocks.
In total.
Apparently we're not having a two storey extension with new mega-kitchen and master bedroom suite, we're having an outside toilet.
For midgets.
So, Paul the builder gets a phonecall to explain what's afoot. He rattles off a marvellous string of choice Anglo-Saxonisms and nobly declares "well, it was too wet to do anything today anyway." Evidently Alan, Graham and Tom (we think he's called Tom, because there's a wheelbarrow in the garden with "TOM" written in big, yellow letters) were elsewhere doing something to (or in) the bathroom of another of Paul the builder's projects.
Allegedly the remaining 35.6 pallets of blocks will arrive tomorrow.
We are not holding our collective breath.
Meanwhile the study is almost entirely bereft of books and only has half its usual amount of computer stuff plugged in. I am meant to be dismantling the rest of the mess of wires and largely unused hardware that I grandiosely call "the network" and moving it over to the other desk this evening. As you can see, I am not.
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