Today arrive home to the smell of fresh paint.
The bathroom, finally, has been painted.
Monday he installed some ready-made cupboards from Ikea. Then splashed white undercoat on the sides.
Tuesday he installed the doors to the ready made Ikea cupboards. One is hung crooked, the other straight.
Today he painted the bathroom, in the process removing the hung-straight cupboard doors and leaving the hung-crooked.
I've been putting the pressure on, inquiring if I might expect to have a sink by the weekend, probably, possibly, he assures me, but not in time to actually do all the last minute cleanup, reorganize toothbrush, razor, etc. That will have to wait until Sunday.
And I've come to see through his line about "Other Contracts" - if he had other contracts, surely he'd take his tools? Yet they're there, cluttering up the office, the stairwell, everywhere in fact....
There are no other contracts. This is it. And, easy as it is (an hour's work a day, tops) - it's too much. There's no way he'll tile the kitchen floor.
But in it's own fucked up way it's been an inspiration, all I need is 2 days off and I too can be a contractor, bill $5000 for 16-24 hours worth of labour and $1000 dollars (tops!) worth of materials.