I made two phone calls yesterday.

The first was to the electricity meter people.  That was short and sweet – they’ll be out on Monday and will contact me first so I can boil up the kettle.  At least we’ll have a mug of tea while the job is being done.  It will be a mess-free day as they’ll be working in the porch at the front of the Manor.

The second call was to the insulation crowd who are supposed to be making The Manor more energy efficient. I hadn’t heard from them in months.   They said they were waiting for me to install new windows before they could commence work.  This came as a bit of a surprise.  “I thought you lot were installing the windows?” I cheerfully replied.  He checked his computer.  “Ah yes” says he, “We are.  We’ll start as soon as the windows are made”.

I got another call this morning.  This was from a different crowd.  A cheerful Young Wan informed me that I had phoned the wrong people yesterday and I should have phoned her.  In typical gubmint fashion, this job requires around four or five different companies which is one way of creating employment I suppose.  It also allows them to blame each other if something goes wrong.

Anyhows this nice young lass was fierce cheerful but I couldn’t be cheerful in reply as she had woken me up and I was still half asleep.  She she told me that my windows were indeed being manufactured and they would commence work on the insulation when they arrived.  She reckoned no more than three or four weeks.  I thanked her and got up as I thoroughly awake at that point.

I just received another phone call.  A cheerful chappie announced that he had my windows and would it be okay to start work tomorrow morning.  Fucking great.  Another fine mess.  I suppose it was my fault for phoning them.

So in the space of twenty four hours I went from having to make my own windows, to them having to order the windows through to having the windows ready for installation.  Quick work.

But don’t these companies ever talk to each other?