Dying Crapshooter's Blues

The gambling odds involved with choosing whom you go to when upgrading or repairing bits of property are extraordinarily tipped in favour of the seller not the purchaser. Believe me.

The company we went to - Bathstore - are returning for a third installation of our shower-room in the space of just over a year.

I can't easily portray a plate glass door grating on the aluminium frame every time it is opened.

I can’t easily portray a stone tray that has slipped down and formed a gap between it and the shower boards (we’re replacing them with tiles this time).
 
I can portray the resultant mouldy crap. Good excuse to dust off the old macro.

We reckon they are sending a really good installer tomorrow. Certainly chatting to him on the phone today, we feel like we're in a different ball-park.

At last.