Category: My Drivel
It’s sometimes a little crushing to have your place in the pecking order thrown into sharp contrast.
I ran into Jacques the builder at the dump this morning.
He was offloading a small consignment of defunct and profoundly ancient power tools; I was dumping the remains of the kitchen I had spent the previous two days demolishing. We’re joining two gites to make a single large property, so only one kitchen will be needed in the future. The former kitchen will become part of a rather natty family suite comprising two bedrooms and a bathroom.
Jacques is the main contractor on the job, so I was a little perturbed to see him looking at the trailer full of rubble, smashed wood and general detritus with a sense of bewilderment.
“We’re starting already? It’s November? Merde!”
“Julia was planning to call you today to discuss a few things – we can do that now, if you like.”
Jacques looked me up and down. I was smothered in dust and bleeding lavishly from a laceration caused by a broken tile.
“Hmm. No. Perhaps it would be better if I spoke to Julia. Make sure we get things right, huh? Could you just tell her that I’ll be back in the office after 1pm? You will remember that?”
Yes Jacques, I will. I can also chew gum and walk around simultaneously.