Friends are good
Jun. 15th, 2010 06:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceBecause I am crap, it has taken me - how long? in weeks? - to manage the difficult task of lifting the telephone to ask a friend for help.
Because friends are good (and I sometimes suspect they talk about me behind my back; I think he was primed), I had barely mentioned the problem before he had seized possession of it; he was coming over to check out the bathroom floor for himself, and he knows just the guy to fix it...
And then he came, and then it all got a bit scary because he reckons the whole of the bathroom floor needs to come up, and all the joists replacing, and he really doesn't think I should be having baths in the meantime; but he phoned his guy and they might come round tomorrow, and he seems pretty much to have taken it on in a project-management capacity. Without my actually asking, because I never needed to.
Right now, I suppose I really ought to go and lift that lino and throw it out, with the last of the carpet tiles. It's got to happen, and none of it is going down again after, so...
So why am I so reluctant? Because I'm crap, and I have a hoardy mentality, and I hate committing myself to anything so final as throwing out a floor-covering, and and and. But I really should. Then I could drink more, and eat comfort chilli, yes...?
Because friends are good (and I sometimes suspect they talk about me behind my back; I think he was primed), I had barely mentioned the problem before he had seized possession of it; he was coming over to check out the bathroom floor for himself, and he knows just the guy to fix it...
And then he came, and then it all got a bit scary because he reckons the whole of the bathroom floor needs to come up, and all the joists replacing, and he really doesn't think I should be having baths in the meantime; but he phoned his guy and they might come round tomorrow, and he seems pretty much to have taken it on in a project-management capacity. Without my actually asking, because I never needed to.
Right now, I suppose I really ought to go and lift that lino and throw it out, with the last of the carpet tiles. It's got to happen, and none of it is going down again after, so...
So why am I so reluctant? Because I'm crap, and I have a hoardy mentality, and I hate committing myself to anything so final as throwing out a floor-covering, and and and. But I really should. Then I could drink more, and eat comfort chilli, yes...?