Piles, PC Sums, and Panic Attacks

So regular readers (I assume you spend most of your days eagerly refreshing and hoping, nay, praying for more nuggets of my hilarity to grace your eyeballs) will recall that they hammered in a metric shitload of piles. Far, far more than we were expecting. 

(The irony isn't lost on me that we're paying enormous sums of money to pound piles into the ground that will never be seen again - chucking money into a literal hole in the ground.)

Anyway, I probably covered that piling was the only item we couldn't lock down the price for, and anything outside what they expected was payable by us when they sent us a letter saying "gimmie". We were expecting a gimmie letter any day, following the shitload of piles. Kinda like expecting a dentist appointment. We were dreading the potential addition cost. 

Today we had to visit the building office (for some simply *riveting* paperwork thing), and our guy mentioned that our piling was still under the PC sum allowed. 

Which, as you can imagine, was a massive relief. The budget remains not shattered beyond recognition.