So we’ve got until the end of this month (March) to get the bog house sorted now. The builder managed a couple of days of work last week, which has resulted in the kitchen being fitted and the bathroom mostly done. The plumber has also deigned to pay a visit, and has installed the hot water cylinder, along with most of the radiators. He clearly improvised due to lack of water supply from the electric well pump, as there was evidence of sinks being tested, etc. using big containers of water. I didn’t check the toilet – hopefully that’s either been left well alone or flushed properly.
The main hold-up now is the electricity – the ESB haven’t been brilliant (which is a very toned-down version of what the builder called them), but after a lot of hassling, they’ve agreed to move the meter on Wednesday morning. They said our electrician would need to be there, but there’s almost no chance that such a thing will happen (I believe that such a confluence is similar to Halley’s Comet’s visibility from Earth). The electrician claimed that he didn’t need to be there again when I spoke to him once (he has since stopped answering the phone to me).
The weather at the moment is brilliant – I’ve just mowed the front lawn at our rental property and am writing this sat outside in the heat of the sun, the smell of freshly-cut grass mingling intriguingly with recently-blended cat mess. Apparently good weather is bad news for getting hold of the electrician, as he’s a mad keen cyclist. Hoping for torrential rain next week.
So, progress at least. We went to the local post office and told them we’d be moving in soon. Having covered the basics of who we knew and how, our details were duly registered. We even got a leaflet about external mailboxes (ah, happy memories of moving into our rental place). As it’s within our power this time, we might actually go crazy and get one.