With boxes and suitcases all over the landing and cluttering about the house there was only ten minutes till the bathroom men were due to arrive. Why oh why does R still leave everything to the last minute and why oh why do I still expect anything less even after 30 years of marriage I still must be clinging on to the hope that one day he'll be so organised and move quickly and seem to have a good clear plan on how to do things...and in the meantime I'll remained dissapointed and frustrated. Perhaps I would be better off just excepting that somehow he manages to get things sort of done (we've got piles of stuff in the bedroom and tonight this will involve climbing over stuff to get into bed grrrrr!!) and that it all comes together in the end somehow. I suppose I feel that the somehow is largely as a result of me nagging and that if I didn't nothing would get done...but would it...somehow?

The bathroom is now an empty shell with rotten floor boards where the bath used to be and again that was where R did not put sealant around the bath when decorating and we all flooded the place blaming Phil when the water poured through the kitchen ceiling without realising that it was just a build up and poor Phil was just the last one to use the shower.

We've yet to find wall tiles and they apparently need these for Thursday or Friday so have to go back yet again (third time for tile shops) to look for tiles. I am drawn to wildly expensive ones and R is drawn like a magnet to cheapy ones so hopefully a compromise will be found.