Small mercies

I was on the verge of having a small whinge last week, when the tiler and decorator both informed me that there would be delays before they could start. So close, I thought, though In truth I was expecting at least one more delay (my delay sense was tingling all week), so this didn't come as a big surprise. And since I'm certain my karmic balance has been slipping into negative figures lately I decided to hold off on any complaints. Then I had a conversation with the electrician today about the electric hob that still requires connection. To summarise, the conversation went something like this

"But it's a gas hob, right?"
"Um, no. It's electric."

The electrician hadn't provided any wiring for the hob, mistaken as he was in his belief that any flat with a gas connection must have a gas hob. It's a surprisingly common misconception which probably means I made a wrong choice somewhere along the line and just haven't realised yet. Still, had the tiler tiled and the decorator decorated when they were supposed to, the electrician would have had to tear holes through their handiwork to install wiring for the hob. For once a delay has worked in my favour - perhaps my karma is in better shape than I thought. It feels good.

Not long to go now, hopefully. Perhaps next week. Or the week after...