Contract

It's been a big week. Rooster-girl, the lost pram, and now the roof.

Our roof is made of 57-year-old concrete tiles, which are brittle and let some rain in. We decided to get it replaced rather than re-sealed, and then found a roofing company that would put on a new roof, replace the gutters, and also install a 10,000 litre rainwater tank.

The tank will be a right shit to get into our backyard. It won't fit down the driveway, so they would have to hurl it over the back fence from the laneway. Happily, they agreed, and we signed the contract. Canny Trudi insisted on a clause about how it all had to be finished by the end of next week.

Yesterday no materials were delivered as we had been told to expect. Trudi's calls went unanswered. Today she got to talk with Roger the Quoter, who has been a very bad boy. He tells us that they are happy to start the job on Monday, only a day later than planned, so long as we give them an extra $2000.

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Roger made a mistake in his quote, so they want us to pay the difference. We are totally un-keen on that option. There is a standard clause in the contract that says that they don't have to do the job if they decide that it is not in their interests to do so. Which I think is not very good.

Not sure what we are entitled to here. Stay tuned for details of the arguments Trudi will have with poor hang-dog Roger and his boss. Roger seems very embarrassed and sorry, but that doesn't get us a new roof.