Awards Night.

I must apologise for the lengthy delay since my last post, the combined pressures of moving house, unpacking, housewarming (cleaning up after housewarming), more unpacking, re-arranging the unpacked stuff, trying to organise the air conditioning, yelling at the air conditioning salesman, more rearranging of unpacking and buying a kitten, has taken up more time the I anticipated.

So, the house...
Well, the list of items that needed fixing from the PCI meeting has, according to my supervisor, been completed. Funnily enough, the list of items from my building inspector which was handed over to my supervisor has not been finished. Most of them are minor things but I have got 3 phone calls in the last 9 days from 2 different people asking me to sign and return the PCI forms, so I think they are in a rush to close my job off before Christmas, which I will gladly help them with... if they finish the jobs first!


And I have an announcement to make, the winner of Most Amazingly Simian Tradesperson (or TradePersons) Award goes to...

THE PLUMBER !!!


For a while the race between which trade was the most stupid/deranged/ape like/idiotic was neck and neck between the plumber and the bricklayer but the final saga that pushes the plumber over the line ahead of the bricklayer is the fact that they installed the laundry trough. Not an event by itself until you hear what they managed to achieve whilst installing the laundry trough. The trough has 4 screws that attach it to the wall to stop it moving (presumably), these screws attach it to the same wall as what the hot water copper pipe runs through. Yeap, you guessed it, the plumber installing the trough manged the rare and exceedingly difficult feat of drilling into the wall at exactly the right spot to hit the hot water pipe, and at precisely the right depth so as to not directly pierce the pipe but to damage it enough so that after using the washing machine twice the copper finally splits and water leaked into my wall. And because the wall is single brick, and the pipe was laid in a chase cut out of that single brick, the water leaked into the wall, all over (and under) the laundry tiles, AND all through the wall into the built in robe in the spare bedroom... The NEWLY CARPETED spare bedroom with a lot of boxes of stuff in it I might add.

So it was that amazing feat of drilling that pushes the plumber clear ahead of all of the other trades. Well done guys. Go have a banana.

And on a completely separate note, I would like to point out that there are few things as surreal as being woken up at 3:00am by a small 9 week old kitten licking your ear, it plays havoc with your sleep cycle and doesn't do much for your heart rate either (the kitten seemed to thing it was a great joke though).

Take care.

(To the poster that left a comment saying they were starting to build with Dale Alcock Home, best of luck to you. The inspector I used was through Houspect - http://www.houspect.com.au/ - and thoroughly worth every cent).