After sitting around in a complete mess for who knows how long, the rebuilding of our house is nearly complete.
Now it is time for the finishing touch, the floor with fancy stone tiles. We have been waiting a long time and are excited.
The only problem is that it turns out that the builder has put in a crooked new floor, meaning that it slants downwards from the middle of the bottom floor for a total height of about one and a half centimeters.
This might not sound like alot, but the slight difference in height makes it impossible to lay the tiles without introducing ugly kinks, thereby making the floor tiles very uneven and bumpy in appearance.
The builder says that this is not his fault (supposedly this difference lies within some unwritten builders norm) and the tile person refuses to do anything until the floor is finished (falling within the acceptable range of his other unwritten law).
Everyone is pointed the finger at everyone else, as we just stand in the middle on our cement floor looking around and wondering when this will ever end.
Yet another messy situation that never should have happened, making life an unexpected thrill, interesting because it is so unpredictable.