A beautiful, sunny winters day here, I caught the builders actually taking their lunch break and relaxing (albeit for just ten minutes) in the sun. Tut tut. Despite their idling ways (!), they did the frame for the inside of the house. (Previously it was just the frame for the external walls - now we have rooms. Which is always handy.)
During the day, the biggest event was Abbey actually napping - that is an event in itself, but her mean mother forced her to (she had a cold, a bad night's sleep from teething pain and had been to swimming that morning - hello grumpiness). Add to that two builders hammering, drilling, compressor going off every so often, banging and crashing on the roof, right next to where she was napping, and it was a small miracle for my light sleeping daughter.
Come the end of the day, though, and the builder called me outside to ask me something. The front decking, if built according to the plans, was going to be over the gas meter (yet another thing the draftsperson should have picked up on). Apparently this is not good, and it's likely we'd be made to have it moved which could be a pain and also costly. However, if we either put a 'L' shaped gap in the decking around it or cut the decking short about half a metre, we'd avoid the meter. I opted to cut the decking short.
Then he just happened to mention in passing where the steps were going to be on the decking. That is, not where they are on the plan. It appeared Steve had asked them to move the steps. Cue frustration, then - great timing - cue husband's car pulling into the driveway. We had a few words (the builder saying, 'just talk about it tonight and let me know tomorrow', me: 'no, we'll make a decision now', Steve insisting we had discussed this change, me disagreeing, builder shifting around uncomfortably) and
The stairs are to be back in their original spot.