It's what dreams are made of and nightmares kindled: Most home owners aspire to it; some take a few tentative steps and fewer still are crazy enough to go the full hog! This blog shares some of the trials and tribulations of a major redevelopment of a 1950s home through a cataclysmic transformation which retains the best of the last Century while metamorposing the property into a design classic fit for today's living.

Friday, November 24, 2006

The tiling farce continues

It’s ten weeks since the bathroom strip-out started and we’re still no further forward with completing this room. The bath and shower tray have both been installed but there is no sign of a tiler. In a game more akin to Monopoly, where every single card you draw is “Return to Start”, the two tilers lined-up in the last week to review the job, have both failed to pick up the challenge. Today’s candidate decided to stay in bed because of a sore back.

Now, there isn’t much you can do with someone who claims to be off sick. However, relying on just one unknown tiler to turn up and dig the contractor out of an almighty hole, is unforgivable.

The time had come, again, to share some select thoughts with the contractor on the shambolic handling of this project. The bottom-line is that they’ve singularly failed to get contractors to site in a timely manner. A long list of “subbies”, including electricians, plumbers, stainless steel roofers, roughcasters, tilers and plasterers, have all decided to turn up at their own leisure, or earn their money elsewhere. The end result is that our project is rapidly grinding to a halt, with few signs of any improvement.

In the meantime, we’ve removed all plastering from the contract, with the remaining work now handled by our own specialist plasterer.