waiting, waiting, waiting for the workmen.....

Left work early. Home by the alloted time. Kettle on, coffee on the go.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.

I hate having to wait in for workmen. It's not like you can ever really get on with anything, one ear is always listening out for the door, you can't do anything major because you feel it may get interrupted any minute.
So you wait. And wait.

(although, to give Yorkshire water their due, their a lot better than some people - I got a 12-2 slot and it is only 12:18 after all).