Called Our Geometra this morning at 9:03AM to find out why ZILCH had been done on the fireplace in the Apt. Azzurro. He was on his way to Rome with his family to visit a brother for New Year's. I hope he survives the experience. The Romans are maniacs with their fireworks. At Midnight, the city is consumed by a fire-storm!!! And, pointing those things at Human Beings seems not to register with them not one bit!!! I know this because, once, Dr. You dragged me to Rome for New Year's several years ago. I got out by the hair of my chin-y-chin!!! The city erupted into a Beirut. Across the piazza, we watched an apartment go up in flames from an ill-conceived attempt to shoot fireworks at a balcony next door full of folk. The aim was iffy. The curtains caught fire. And, the rest was up to the Fire Brigade. Serves the idiots right. Besides a burnt-out dimora... or, home... they also had to pay for the firemen to show up!!! Now, that is what I call Justice.
Anyway, I had, apparently, failed to interpret the builder's Fireplace Game Plan for the Holidays. What I took to be a sincere initiative of... Let's get going... on the Monday after our appointment on the Friday of the Big Storm before Christmas was, in fact, only a casual offer, if he could spare one of his work-guys. I don't know how I skipped that qualification. The mystery of Italian, I suppose.
So, Our Geometra said that he will call the builder after New Year's... and I CANNOT WAIT to get beyond these intruding & obnoxious holidays... to furnish me with A New Fireplace Game Plan. Gads.
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