The People didn't ring, so the stone isn't in. The flow on of the no show by "Architectural Stone" means our hopes of a functioning kitchen by end of day Monday is now a pipe dream.
To quote my dear, departed, aged aunt, in response, "Poo. Bum. Bugger. Blast."
Mum and I ventured into the backyard early this arvie as the realisation dawned and summarily took out our disappointment on the wasp riddled lemon tree, which hadn't been pruned back hard enough on Thursday.
Captured incidentally in a photo of my cat Bongo's posterior a few months ago, you can see the tree in all its leafy glory. It's the bush behind that concrete pillar-thing at the top, centre of this frame.
When the tree people left on Thursday it was reduced to a very mini version of itself.
And today, with all the lumps cut out, we have shrunk him thusly
Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. Life's like that. I'll feed it some Seasol and citrus food tomorrow and keep fingers crossed for a healthier tomorrow.