This morning we've got British Gas & the alarm people in the house.
I hate having workmen in the house. No matter how good they are, no matter how busy you are, you always spend the entire day getting absolutely nothing done and feeling like a spare part. Plus there's always that feeling that you should be keeping them properly supplied with tea and coffee. And the inevitable clean up involved after they leave.
The need for an alarm isn't great. I think in Pocklington we've seen about 20 houses with alarms in total. There just seems to be less worry about security up here altogether. Which of course is very nice. Coming from Birmingham though both Louise and I didn't feel comfortable with the security and it's always nice to be the first house in your street with an alarm after all.
So all I can do is sit and wait for them to finish. And blog. And have another look at the Yorkshire council job websites. Joy.