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I had a very restless sleep last night because of my anger with the developers. I was too anxious to sleep - anxious to call them and get them back out to do the job properly. I eventually nodded off at about 2.30am, but was up again by 6.30. After waiting an hour, and giving myself a chance to calm down, I called them. There was no reply, so I made some breakfast and tried again at 8am. This time I got through and spoke to the supervisor, explaining to him that the man he sent cut the hole in the wrong place, didn't fill in the trench and didn't even have the decency to let me know that he was there. I explained that the ironmonger needed the hole filled in - otherwise there would be nowhere for him to put the concrete for the gate posts. The developer's supervisor told me that he could put the posts in while the trench was still there, and that they would come and fill the hole in once the gate was up. I was beginning to get angry, so he said he would send someone out to do something. Thirty minutes later a man in a white van pulled up and stood looking at the hole. When I told him what needed to be done, he said that the person he needed to speak to wasn't answering their phone. In the end, I cut the correct part of the fence down myself - with the developer's man watching on. After looking at the hole for about 20 minutes with a mobile phone stuck to his ear, he finally jumped into his van and drove off, promising to send someone this afternoon. In the meantime, the ironmonger turned up and told me that because the hole was there, there was no secure ground in which he could dig a hole for the concrete in which the gate posts were to be embedded. In the end, I told him to move the gate one metre back and dig the holes there. It is now 2.30pm, and there is still no sign of the developer. I will be surprised if they show up at all today - and even more surprised if they actually do something right for a change.

I sat in the garden catching up with Liam last year