Beam me up, Scotty
Little Star Wars joke for you nerds out there. Sitting in your parents' basement hoping, nay, praying that I will grace you with another dusting of my hilarity. Well, worry not, little nerd. Your dreams have come true. Today, we have steel beams above the garage Garage as, bro And above the stacker door in the lounge Look at how big that stacker is! Look at it! Don't make me slap you. I like that the beams are blue. Not that it matters, they'll be covered up soon. Still. And that, I think, is the completion of the wall framing (other than the bits they fucked up, about which they have said not a dicky bird. I hope they're bracing themselves for some bloody difficult questions when I see them). More fun is the fact that this triggers a payment which is about the GDP of a small African nation. Gulp. Jeeves; fetch my chequebook. Also, we got an email today saying, essentially, they'd fucked up the price of the roof and that they wanted us to pay the diff...