Progress, of sorts

Yesterday there were three men on site but they didn’t manage to get much done. Still, it’s now clear that most of the boards come up easily.

It must be some kind of six sense because, just as I was leaving this morning they arrived so I was able to go through the priorities with them. Well, try at least. Managing casual labour is difficult at the best of times. Doing it in a completely foreign language is even more fun. Still, I think they got the message that removing the flooring is the most important task as the skip it’s being picked up tomorrow.

Last night my mum was telling me about Sally, her cleaner, who had some guys in to replaster the ceiling. An Indian, a Pole and a Costa Rican; none of whom spoke much English. I’m sure there’s a joke in there somewhere. Then again things do just seem to go wrong for Sally, the Frank Spencer of Stretford!