April 22: Grump

My builder. Did I say I liked him? I take it back. 'You know that quote of £3,000 I gave you for your back wall. Well, I miscalculated. I can only do half the work for that. I'll have to do you a new quote for the rest.' I am not very good at arguing. Or exploding. Well, only with my family. And ocassionally, press officers. And drivers who don't appreciate how special my moves are. When he told me this, I remained silent, then left the house for several hours. I have returned to a post-it note on my laptop which reads: 'Didn't mean to p**s you off. I made a miscalculation, am working at cost, give me a ring if you want to talk.' I am not going to ring him. I do not want to talk. I do not want a 'new quote'. After all, what is the point of a quote? A quote is never anything more than a 'miscalulation' on a piece of A4 that you might as well let float out of your window into the big blue yonder never to be seen again. Quote? His quote should read: 'Any price I tell you - double it.'