New windows

So today was the big day that the windows were to arrive. We are redoing the old windows cos they are rotting out after 50 years of service.

I rang the place FIVE times before the right person answered the phone. She had not been "at her desk." From the way she chatted, I guessed there was a not very good reason why she was not "at her desk."

Anyway, she said the windows would be delivered "later this afternoon" with the emphasis on later.

So I confirmed a doctor's appointment at 11:30 am and trotted down there. I had to see the doc because my sad shoulder (not the BC one) was unhappy due to the amount of shovelling and wheelbarrowing and moving stuff I had done to get the way ready for the windows to be put in the garage.

I got back at 12:10pm. I had been away 40 minutes.

Guess what was lying in the front yard on blocks of wood?

AUGH!

(I need a Charlie Brown wail)

I got on the phone to them and wailed. It's been pouring on and off here, so unDecember-like. The receptionist said no I shouldn't move them by myself, she would find some guys to come and move them for me.

Then I cried. Our windows, our $3200 of beautiful, western red cedar double glazed windows lying in the front yard. (I shudder to think how much the windows for the rest of the house will be cos one of them is practically as big as four of the ones we just bought.)

Anyway, all was well in the end. Two sales blokes came around and moved them for me. So glad that they did because we've had another half an inch of rain this evening....

Muchos gracias, Canterbury Windows.