I Heart Nepotism

26 Oct

Words fail me…my kitchen is finished.  Photos to follow.

Words don’t really fail me, of course; you know that’s not my style.  So here’s an update:

Tim the Tiler laid my kitchen floor yesterday.  A real jobsworth, he told me about every neighbour of mine – and there were many – who had abused him or complained, so that he was forced to down tools and walk out, never to return.  Suitably appalled, I plied him with tea, one sugars, the whole day, and kept my mouth shut.  He did a lovely job.

I have just re-read the Harry Potter books for the nth time and last night I started on the movies.  I had forgotten how long they are, though, and was up way past my bedtime as a result.   I was woken this morning at the debauched hour of 8:20 by Matt the Finisher.  Matt is the boss’s nephew and that is usually a bad omen but he is an impressive young man.  Not in looks: he is wearing a pyjama-stripe hoodie and is possibly malnourished, but his work ethic is outstanding.  He has sealed every worktop, socket and tile, including the ones behind the appliances; put back the vent cover, even though the vent was hidden and could reasonably have been forgotten; replaced two windowsills and a bathroom shelf; took out the toilet and sink and over-sink tiles and called in the decorator to re-do that wall because he wasn’t satisfied with how it looked; scraped cement mix off the kitchen wall that the floor man had left behind; and moved my fridge freezer and freezer back into the kitchen.  I could go on, but I think you have the idea.  The electrician who came yesterday warned me MtF was particular: he had come to move one socket because it was slightly higher than the two it was by, and when I said he could leave it as far as I was concerned, he shuddered and gave me to understand that Matt wouldn’t like it….

I can’t fault a man who is going to leave me with a perfect kitchen and bathroom and do it all on one cup of tea.  He wouldn’t take more because it interfered with his work time.  Nepotism rocks.

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The decorator was the same man as last time.  He asked if he could get some water for his bucket:

Me: Let me just move these breakfast dishes out of the sink.
Him: I thought you’d be finished by now.
Me: (Apologetically) I overslept this morning so I’m behind on my chores.
Him: No, no – I meant your refurb.

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I found this interesting – the recommended tags for this post included Nepotism, the People’s Republic of China, Government, Robert F. Kennedy, and the American House of Representatives.  It would appear that even the internet is jaded about politics.

6 Responses to “I Heart Nepotism”

  1. vivinfrance October 26, 2010 at 17:22 #

    Hallelujah! I’ll bet there’s dancing in the street tonight. A million félicitations and joys in using your new abode to produce culinary masterpieces.
    ViV

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  2. Alison October 26, 2010 at 17:24 #

    MTF sounds like a god!

    Never mind what he looks like, body or fashion-wise just think about a man with a fantastic work ethic, who notices everything wrong AND FIXES IT immediately or makes others fix it.

    Loved the way you (like most women) took the decorator’s comments as a personal comment rather than a general observation!

    Glad to hear it’s all coming together now – hoepfully you will be able to cook a full meal in your new kitchen soon

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    • Tilly Bud October 27, 2010 at 08:40 #

      Did it last night – all that space! I am so happy I might take up cooking on a regular basis.

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  3. slpmartin October 26, 2010 at 23:04 #

    A holiday, a finished project…what next..perhaps England shall win the World Cup next time around. Cheers!

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