My garden fence has been lying broken since one of the New Year gales.
Four panels were down.
I’ve got a fencing bloke I’ve used before, so I called him to get it fixed. He came round and did a quote, then said he and a mate would drop round one Saturday, to do it. Well, I’ve waited and I’ve waited…
Then, out of the blue, I got a call yesterday afternoon: “Are you going to be home this afternoon?” I wasn’t. College Wednesday afternoons.
My house has a side entrance, so I don’t have to be home for someone to access the back garden. So, much against my better judgement, I agreed he and a mate could come round and do it whilst I was at college. It was only four fence panels; what could go wrong?
Well, when I got home, I could not of course see the results, because it was dark.
But when I’ve had a look this morning, I’ve inexplicably got three 5’ panels, but one 6’. And this is in a row of 11 panels, so one is a foot taller! Absolutely ridiculous!
Obviously, had I been home, I would never have OK’ed this. I don’t know what to think: whether they didn’t order enough panels, and had to make do with a different one; whether they didn’t buy me new panels at all, but just recovered them from somewhere, so couldn’t make a matching four, or whether they damaged one during installation, and having no spare, had to substitute a different one.
I am not that fussy about achieving an exact match - if I had been, I’d have replaced the whole 11 - at great expense. BUT, one panel being a foot higher than the rest just isn’t OK.
They haven’t even done the logical thing, and put the taller panel next to the house. Some people do that, for greater privacy, and it wouldn’t look quite so odd. But it’s the one right down at the bottom - so ten 5’ panels in a row, then a 6’ one.
I’m so stressed. I thought I’d found a reliable workman, because he did a good job last time. Now I come home to this nonsense. And I’m annoyed with myself for bowing to pressure, and not insisting I was home when they did it, because obviously, had I been, I would have said: “Aye, aye: what’s up here? Why haven’t I got four matching panels?”
Why is it impossible to get a good workman? Or do they just think, when they see it’s a woman on her own, that they can try it on?
I really thought I wasn’t taking a big gamble by letting someone replace a few fence panels while I’m out. What would possess them to ever think substituting a panel of different size to all the rest was going to be acceptable?
So now I’ve got a confrontation looming, which I hate. I’m going to have to tell him to take the outsize panel away, and replace it with the proper size. And of course, then he’s going to want more money - which I don’t see why he should get, because it’s such a bizarre thing to have done in the first place - it should be his loss not mine. Luckily, he hasn’t had any money, yet, so I have the upper hand, for the moment - I can withhold payment until it’s fixed. There is so much else needs doing around the house. If I’d found somebody I thought I could rely on, there’s loads more I’d have him quote for. But obviously, now, I don’t feel comfortable commissioning him with anything bigger, because he hasn’t managed a simple thing like a fence without a problem.
Why is everything so stressful?
I’d really looked forward to coming home to a wonderfully fixed fence, and asking him to come back to to tackle the other jobs!
Tina