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Spent part of the morning clearing up and separating rubbish for recycling at R’s Mum after the tiler had left all his cast-offs behind (and, it turned out, a bag containing wood and other things that he must have had in his van and left with the rest of the stuff for us to dispose of!!).  At the end of an hour of sorting paper, cardboard, metal, plastic, dustsheet and tiles, we had three rubble sacks full of tiles.  We rescued three border tiles that had been thrown in there and not even used.  Two other border tiles had been used as a palette for the mortar, which was by now welded on, so he’d effectively thrown away five perfectly good tiles out of a full box of six for no reason; and while they didn’t cost a fortune they still cost money.

We expected some wastage, of course; there are mistakes and accidents with cutting, and having to do fiddly bits round pipes, and half tiles near windows and skirting boards etc.

What we didn’t expect to find were several clumps of completely sound tiles that had been stuck onto the wall once, then pinged off for some reason (out of alignment, perhaps?) and piled together, making little stacks.  There must have been about 30 half tiles that were perfectly good, but he hadn’t even tried to use them where they might have fitted in a half space.

Was it because R had bought more than was needed to cater for accidents, so the tiler had used them like there was no tomorrow because there were more than the job needed?  Or did it never occur to him that somebody, i.e. R’s Mum, had had to buy these?  And this chap was charging £100 a day, and took over a week to do a small bathroom and a smaller loo area.  (And his day began at 9.30am and ended at 2pm!)  After 6 ‘days’ though R asked him to give us a quote for finishing the whole job, so he did – and miraculously finished it in a couple of days.

I then spent the rest of the day at the allotment and then at home in the garden, while R carried on with tiling the bathroom floor.  Just the loo to go, and then screwing things onto the wall, and we can have the Grand Opening Ceremony!

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About Linda Weeks

About my life with the daughter I thought I'd never have - but I did, thanks to a wonderful anonymous egg donor, to whom I will be forever grateful. xx
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