I was just about to leave for work this morning, when I saw a car pull up into my drive. For once, I wasn’t expecting any tradesmen to call today, so I was rather surprised. I went outside and greeted the chap with a somewhat stern “Who are you? And what do you want?”. “Errm, I’m Mr So-and-So from the Council” – he was a planning inspector from Hereford come to look at my garden and check the planning application. So of course I gave him the run of the garden to take pictures and compare the drawings with the current state of things.
I was surprised that he’d turned up without notice. It seemed a bit discourteous. I had a local chap from the parish council here a few weeks ago, and he phoned first to agree a time and let me know he was coming. Anyway, I think I’ve passed the surprise inspection, as today’s chap said that he didn’t see any problems and that I should hear within a week. Which is good as I’ve got someone coming to on Thursday to give me a quote…….
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Gillian,
Was his name J B Priestley?
(As I said when we met yesterday, apology for only trivial comments, but just wanted to show off that even as an engineer I like to think I know a bit about the arts!?)
Q