Had an interesting afternoon (and evening) yesterday with our friendly plumber, proving that plumbers are the same the world over. We'd decided our toilet needed replacing, so Mr Plombier was due to arrive 1pm yesterday to carry out the deed.
Quarter to two I get a phone call:
"I'm on an emergency call to fix a boiler, and it's taking a long time. Okay if I come tomorrow morning?"
No problem, as long as you're finished by lunchtime.
Five minutes later, another phone call.
"I've finished, I'll come over now."
An hour later, another phone call.
"I'm stuck in traffic."
Half an hour later, the door bell finally rings. Four hours of feeding him coffee, the new throne is finally installed and he leaves. At quarter to eight in the evening. He is quite a friendly, jolly chap, mind you. Oh, and he's back this morning ("be there at nine", turned up at ten), removing the bidet from the bathroom. Only ever used it to wash my feet...
Hopefully he'll be gone in time for me to catch the bus to the airport. Off over on a flying visit. Flight this afternoon, game tomorrow, flight back Sunday morning, finally reunited with la bienheureuse Sun afternoon.
