Curtains

Yesterday, after eight months of waiting, our bedroom curtains finally arrived and were installed.  But not without some additional last minute waiting.  The installer initially said he'd be there between 10:00 a.m. and 11:00 a.m., then he called to say he was running late, and it would be closer to 2:00 by the time he'd be able to arrive.  Then another call to say we probably wouldn't see him before 4:00.  He arrived at 5:00 p.m., after we'd spent the entire day waiting for him!  I must admit that it's been a bit of an anticlimax ... they are not quite the colour I thought they'd be (more yellowish than I'd like), and even though the installer arrived equipped with a steamer, he didn't seem to feel up to the task of steaming out all the wrinkles in the linen, which leaves the curtains with a rather defeated look. 

To make matters even worse, Mabel -- that wicked eyeglass-destroyer of yesterday morning -- decided to take it upon herself to saunter into the bedroom while the installer was working in there, and to deposit a large poop on our white wool carpet.  But that's not the worst part.  No.  Said installer finally finished, and wandered out of the bedroom to tell us he was all set, and that "oh, by the way, your dog has left something on your carpeting."  Horrified, I went in to survey the damage, and saw that the oafish man had STEPPED IN THE POOP, grinding it well and truly into the weave of the carpet.  The poop was dark brown.  The carpet (was) white.  How do you not see something so obvious before stepping in it???????  GRR.  GRR.  GRR.  "Curtains" almost became Mabel's fate yesterday evening.