Wonders will never cease!

I mentioned on Monday that companies had developed a nice system to promising service “sometime this year [or next]”.

In a moment of idleness I thought I would give the energy efficiency mob a call just to see if they still had my name on their list, not having heard from them for some months. I didn’t expect anything in particular, it’s just that I felt like a bit of mischief.

A very charming woman answered the phone. I gave her my project number and asked if I was still on their lists. She confirmed that I actually was on their lists and not only that but apparently I had been allocated a contractor. Wow! I have a contractor! She gave me their phone number. The company are based in Cork, presumably because they couldn’t find a contractor on the east coast.

I phoned the contractor to see if they had ever heard of me. “Yes.” says she, “No problem. I have all your details here. What can I do for you?”. I asked if there was any chance the work on The Manor would be done this year. She said they were waiting for a surveyor’s report. I told her that I had already had one bloke who assured me I was entitled to the work and that I had then had another visit from a bloke who surveyed the house. “Ah no” says she “That was their surveyor. I haven’t heard back yet from our surveyors.”

*sigh*

I told her that I hadn’t had any further visitations. “Okay.” says she. I’ll put you down for a survey. You should hear from them in a few week’s time”.

Remember now – this was Monday afternoon, less than 48 hours ago.

At eleven this morning my mobile rang. A bloke said he wanted to measure me up and could he call at half past eleven. I told him he could.

At eleven thirty on the dot the front door ball rang. There were two chappies there – a senior with a measuring tape and a junior with a notebook. The pair of them did a whirlwind tour of the gaff, measuring all my windows both inside and out. They nearly gave Herself a heart attack when they shot into her room [maybe I should have warned her?]. They left with the cheerful assurance that they had everything they needed and the work was ready to start. I asked when.

Sometime in March or April.

*Another sigh*

Maybe they’ll turn up tomorrow?