While planning our guesthouse bathroom, Macky came up with the idea of using a shower grate, rather than a normal drain. A good idea, given that we have three rainwater showerheads in there. He has been meaning to bring it by for weeks now, and when the screed was poured last week he said he would be back wednesday of last week, and then again delayed ultimately saying he would come Monday of this week.
He didn’t show up again and finally hubby started calling him every 15 minutes all yesterday. Since the guy doesn’t have an answering machine on his mobile, we couldn’t get through to him all day. Finally, coming closer to the day where we must tile the bathroom in order for it to be finished by Christmas is drawing closer and hubby went balistic this morning. After calling everyone, begging and pleading with wholesale plumbing suppliers, plumbers and plumbing material manufacturers – for two hours – he finally found a solution. It was not a pretty sight seeing him begging for help on the phone. Hubby used to have a girlfriend in this area (literally two towns over) about 10 years ago and her father has a plumbing company, first he kept searching his brain for the place where he bought all of his stuff, and then he almost broke down and called him for help.
Salvation came in the form of a local plumber who said hubby should call a certain place (the place was actually the one he was trying to figure out) and he should be able to get it done before Christmas. So, hubby called the wholesaler and they actually had one in stock. After talking again to the plumber he told us he would be going out there today anyway and would pick one up for us. We should just come and get it. If you are in the Hanau / Bad Vilber area, please call a company called “Gerlach” in Heldenbergen for your plumbing needs. This guy really helped us out and not two hours later we had our shower grate.
Husband sent a scathing text message to Macky, telling him he shouldn’t show around his face around here any more and we where getting ready to install the shower drain ourselves when the door bell rang. To our surprise it was the electician and one of Macky’s lackies, here to install the drain. Hmmm, a phone call would have been nice. The electrician informed us that Macky is in the hospital with spinal injuries, yeah right. It seems that everytime he disappears either he or someone in his family has a medical emergency. That family is either cursed or he has a medical dictionary for making excuses.
In the end, we are sitting here with two drains, neither of which is installed as the one we bought is too hight o fit (the water couldn’t flow out) and the one Macky supplied is missing a piece (which Hubby had to figure out while reading the installation guide – well informed workers, I tell ya!
Tomorrow is supposedly the day, we won’t count on it, but since it is the electrician which is now taking this over and is making sure Macky’s guy is showing up chances are good. On a different note though, neither the helper or the electrician could believe that we did the wall tile in the shower or the drywall in the mudroom by ourselves. The electrician was especially impressed with my spackling skills saying I should do this professionally (actually he thought it was already sanded, which of course it hasn’t).
