Our brickwork outside was finally able to be completed last week, the bricklayer managed to find a clear day. He was complaining that he had lots of work, but the weather is not co-operating and of course, he has to 'feed the family'. He did a wonderful job, even took the trouble to match the grout to the brick. We've had repairs done before that didn't have that attention to detail.
The morning the brick layer came by, it was 3C and sunny. M popped outside wearing his coat and shorts, to have a quick word with him. They went around to the back of the house, and meanwhile, K and I drove off to school in a hurry. That's our regular morning routine. My cell phone starts ringing...we've locked M out of the house! He was waiting by the front door by the time I got back some minutes later with the key. Was he ever angry!
Anyway, he went off to work and I went about my day. By the time he returned home, he was in a much improved state of mind. I apologized and inquired as to how he was feeling and took the trouble to explain that it was an honest oversight. (I made sure to text K to treat the matter seriously on his return home, because his dad was not amused at the time!) M rarely loses his temper, but there are certain things that tick him off, freezing and locked out of your own house being one of them! He must have had to borrow the bricklayer's cell phone to call us.
8 comments:
OK, he had a right to be angry! Glad your bricklayer has done a good job! Valerie
Oh I;'ve been there too--locked out adn desperately needing to pee too. Glad you got it sorted out.
Have a great week, Christine.
Valerie, he'll be glad to have your sympathy!
Mmm, you're too funny (well, I shouldn't laugh).
Good bricklayer, must be a very skillful one!
Oooh, poor thing! Great story though - sounds like he was a good sport after all.
Thank you too for your comment from Sweet Saturdays - so sorry for the delay in response, I had a house full this weekend.
I hope your Easter was a good one, xo
i know this wasn't funny but it still made me smile! my dad was a bricklayer his entire life. it is a dying trade here in the states. you were lucky to find a skilled one to do a great job.
M will be laughing about this someday. Maybe not today, but someday. :)
Oh ouch! I can see why he was upset. Yikes! I would be too. However, it was an honest mistake.
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