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Dads tray I fear is still not done
The builder came today
And with the banging and the dust
My nerves began to fray !

Then I put the washing on
I'd just sat down - I cursed !
I heard a drip, the floor was flooded
Could the day get any worse ?

I mopped the floor -(at least its clean)
And rang the repair man
He didn't ring back - Bill couldn't fix it
Our builder said -'I can !'

He fiddled round the back of it
And messed about with pipes
Mumbled something had come loose
Least thats what it sounded like.

He then surveyed the ceiling
There's a hole, it's in the lounge
In fact there's two.......he scratched his head
'That ceilings coming down !'

'Oh no' said I, looking dismayed
And thinking of the mess
'I'll do it in a day' says he
By now I''m feeling stressed !

This chappie's day is more like two
And all this builders dust
I've smelt & tasted, but if need be
A new ceiling's a 'must' !

At least I've got tomorrow free
To tidy up a bit
But is it worth it I wonder
Cos it still seems like a tip.

There's chunks of plaster off the wall
That's not done till next week
Cos' the brickwork all needs treating
And there's muck all round my feet !

I clear up with the hoover
Next day it's there again
As in he comes, with trowel and bucket
And I slowly count to ten !

But, bless him, he's a good chap
I keep him supplied with tea
And who knows, by the weekend
I just might feel more like 'me'

And get my paints out,make a start
On mixing shades of blue
And finish Dad's tray, then find somewhere
It can be on view !