This summer we decided to do a little
renovation in our flat. Nothing special, just a few cosmetic improvements
because it is a relatively new flat. I don`t feel that I’m
very good at these things and also don`t have much free time so
we agreed it would be better to find somebody else to do the work
who is good and quick and hopefully not too expensive.
My wife was still on maternity leave at that time and said it was
ok for her to stay at home and let the man in and make sure that
everything was going well and so on. I was very happy with this arrangement
because I actually feel so uncomfortable with “boys things” like
building and renovating and I`d rather stay away from all that if
So I didn`t need to worry about anything – the handyman always
came in the morning after I had gone to work and left before I came
back home in the evening and my wife was taking care of everything.
But time went by and there was no end to it because my wife always
found some new little thing for him to do and the handyman always
had some reason why he couldn’t finish the job that evening
and had to come back again the next day.
Then the autumn came and our home was still a big mess, actually
a much bigger mess than it had been before the renovations began –
no kitchen door, half of the floor taken up, walls painted in several
different colours etc. etc. I was so tired of it all that I decided
to call the handyman myself. I said he must finish the job immediately
because we were planning to sell the flat and that somebody was coming
to see it in two days time. Of course we were not planning to sell
the flat, I made it up to sound more serious.
I didn`t tell my wife about it as she was away in the countryside
visiting her mother when the handyman came.
This was the first time I ever saw this handyman.