Sh** sandwich.

Swings and roundabouts.

Life's a shit sandwich sometimes.

The house next door was finished today so I'm thinking things are getting back on track. We had done a few jobs, which is better than doing no jobs. This has happened a few times this month, it's not getting any easier.

We were going to our last job and it involved going over some speed bumps (traffic calming, it don't calm me down) and the exhaust snapped in the middle. The vans 5 years old but still looks good so I don't change my vehicles until they are a liability.

I drove to my normal garage, he jacked it up on the ramp.

'Bad news' he tapped on his key board, he looked here, he looked there he made a few phone calls. His face getting grimmer.

'I'm sorry but your exhaust is not on our system' They are a National company, my vans a bog standard Ford Connect.

'You'll have to take it to Ford.'
'How much do you think that will be?'
'About £800 to a grand'

Anyway, he gave me the number of a local exhaust man. I don't suppose he's allowed to do that but he did. The upshot is, he's quoted me £480, complete. About $750.

This house.

I'm at the point where nearly all the little jobs are done but a few things piss me off. The bathroom sink is so low, it's below my balls. I have to bend double just to rinse my mouth or swill my face. The rooms are smaller than next door. Ah well I'll just have to live with it, it's been so traumatic moving I'm not doing it again.


Golf tomorrow, good night.