Favoured contractor wasn't sending in his bid in a timely manner, which was producing a certain amount of, ah, tension on my part. Indeed I found myself going to bed with the iPod on having laid there feeling angsty and frustrated for over an hour. Listened to a book podcast and dozed right off, I was plenty tired.
Turns out he sent it to himself rather than to me. Let's hope he's better with a hammer than a hard drive.
So. Now we have a contractor chosen, or rather I do as the man is out of the race at the moment and I am handling this crap now. Phoned the architect, he hasn't called back.
What right does he have to be busy with something else when I am trying to reach him, H.O.N.E.S.T.L.Y!
I am never, ever, ever unreasonable.
Oh, and I found the perfect thing, this is exactly what I need.