This is probably in the wrong place, but then so is everything in my life at the moment, so…
'Twas on the 13th of September that the bathroom fitter came.
His name was Keith and he was brilliant. He was always punctual, worked without a radio blaring, cleaned up after himself, worked in a small space with the door closed so as to limit the spread of dust through my flat. Credit where credit is due, he was excellent, outstanding.
Then he could not finish the job because the flooring had not been delivered.
Alas on the 16th of September the bathroom fitter went. I was left with the shower working, the lavatory working, no flooring and the basin not fitted, pipes not boxed in etc.
I picked up the phone.
It’s the suppliers. No-one said Brexit, I decided futile to ask.
We may be delivering on the 27th of September. But they didn’t.
It is the 4th of October, I called again. My friend Frankie was busy but I was promised an ‘immediate’ call back.
That was at 10.30 and it is now 11.45.