Disaster Zone

With all the work that C and I have been doing in the garden for the last few weeks, the rubble and fallout is really starting to pile up. So we decided this week that we would get someone to come in, pack it all onto a truck and take it all away from us. Cool.

We found a guy who came around on Wednesday night and had a look, said "Yep I can do it tomorrow. Cost ya $170. Cash". We said "Fine".

Problem was he didn't turn up the following day. We called him, he gave some sort of excuse and said he would be there Friday.

He didn't come.

Called him again, he made some other sort of excuse and said he'd be there Saturday. We kept on the cast during Saturday with a couple of phone calls and he told us we would be coming today. At 6.00pm Saturday night I called again (mightily ticked off by this time) and he said "Na. Won't be doing it". What!!!! Was he even going to call us out of common courtesy to let us know???? THIS IS WHY TRADIES GET SUCH A BAD NAME FOR THEMSELVES.

And also why our front yard is looking like a disaster zone.

And also why next weekend we'll be breaking our backs getting all this stuff into a skip:


Read about the day we loaded all this stuff into a skip.