Before I had a chance to go to tackle the very male-dominated Jewsons, the plumber arrived to do the standpipe. Unfortunately, he could not find the water pipe at first (i think there may be a theme here) and dug a large hole in the line of bushes with no success.
The plumber was by then fighting with the bushes to make another hole and then promptly disappeared; not inside the hole but instead mumbled something about parts. Meanwhile I started fighting with my new PLASTIC meter box.
It wasn't easy balancing a meter box on one leg while standing over a trench, and meanwhile trying to screw in the box to a bit of unstable ply. I was not going to give in but I'm very pleased that there wasn't anyone overhearing my colourful language.
Suddenly, while my back was turned, and I was thinking about a late lunch, like buses, everyone turned up at once.
The SSE blokes came to sort out the diverted temporary power supply. I hope they were wearing rubber boots.
For a while there, we were overwhelming the street. It's a good thing I have kind neighbours. Neighbours, if you're reading this, THANK YOU but I'm afraid there is worse to come...tomorrow the demolition guys are moving in with a (so I'm told) BIG MACHINE.