I’m waiting for the man

Well two men to be precise. Both of whom didn’t turn up. 1. The Window Man who put in my beautiful new front windows with fancy double glazing and a perfect wooden reproduction of the wooden Victorian ones. But which have a new gap around them through which the wind and rain come in:( and 2. The Plaster man who is to do two patches - both the result of previous unsatisfactory work done by other plaster men.
The decorator is here and working around the undone jobs but he can only go so far. Meanwhile my house is full of piles of stuff - books, LPs, dvds, cds and other stuff and feels very hard to live in. The kitchen is ok.
I feel angry and let down by both of them. You will see that Portia is unconcerned and has characteristically found a nice comfy place, and fallen asleep