Solving problems one biscuit at a time...

The house looks like wet'n'wild and we're supposed to be moving in on Saturday... there are 3 cleaners scrubbing the windows while all around them carpenters drill, painters paint, electricians fiddle... it's almost funny. Almost.

For the first day in ages it was raining... not a great day for the 'aménagements extérieurs' to start or for an army of workers to be treading over the freshly laid carpet.

Finger pointing started promptly this morning with the carpet layer extending the famous finger at a stain on the freshly laid carpet. The first unfortunate person to enter his field of vision was the electrician (the one who only speaks polish and german) and a very noisy and a rather unfair accusation ensued.

After a few minutes of 'yes you did', 'no i nie'... 'yes you did', 'nein, es war mir nicht' the frustrated electrician kicked off his muddy rubber soled shoes in defiance and said in a mix of all the languages he knew that he would just work bare foot and proceeded to angrily poke around the electrical sockets with his metal screw driver. It seemed clear that on this day there would be a death - either a blow to the head delivered by a plinth or by spectacular electrocution.

I grunted at my shoes (so as not to be seen to be taking sides) in response to the whining and decided there was only one thing to do. I jumped in the car and went and bought a kettle, coffee and biscuits.

I thought this might re-create an Nespresso moment (as seen on tv). Failing that at least I could count on a sugar and caffeine high accelerating their mutuel annihilation...