Panic Attack Over, The Roof Tiles Are Bonza

Last week I was off ski-ing, or more specifically, falling over a lot on a snowy mountain.

This meant being unavailable for a site visit for the first time.  Not really a problem, as the builder has got on with the build with the minimum of fuss, and hasn’t brought many many serious problems to my door.

However as I was actually on the way to the airport, a new thought crossed my mind.  It actually reminded me of a time I had a knee operation, and pre-op the nurse asked if I was worried about waking up during the procedure, and it hadn’t crossed my mind until she mention it.

What if the wrong roof tiles arrive?  They’d be on the roof before I could do anything about it, well, other than scream shout and get it sorted out.

I’d seen the samples and been specific when placing the contract with the builder, but I still couldn’t overt a minor panic attack.

It immediately subsided, and even further when my sister said she thought they looked ‘right’.  And today I was relieved to actually see that the correct tiles were in place, and what, if I may type so myself, are an excellent choice.

They complement the brickwork well, and are in-keeping with the area.  It’s especially pleasing as I originally wanted a very modern tile, or a slate equivalent.  But straight lines wouldn’t have given this property any character.