At 10:00, with no sight or sound of them, we decided to get on with life and headed out to the shops of Portree. Back home at midday - still nothing happening. Phoned our architect. "Well", says he, "The contract says they 'can' start today, not that they 'will' start today." We should be getting used to Skye-time by now! So we decided to relax and go with the flow (or lack of it) for a few days and take stock later in the week.
And then, at the crack of half past three this afternoon, came a knock at the door. "Is this the right house for us to knock down?" I confirmed that some of it was to be knocked down and tried to explain with clarity which bits I wanted to be left standing. Expecting the noise of sledgehammers to begin at any time, I retired to sit it out at the other end of the house. All was quiet...
Anyway, and despite all of this, it seems we are to have a rather more controlled demolition than we had anticipated. By 5 o'clock the place looked like this.
I wonder if anyone will be here tomorrow morning?
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