I think I'd get off cos I could show provocation. I hate him, with a passion.
He's H's friend, and would have taken the hump if we'd got anyone else to do the work (we flooded and had to move out so there was a lot of electrical work to do - sockets moved, new light fittings etc.) So, he does it, but fits us in around everyone else. We didn't ask for 'mates rates' and would have happily paid his proper rate but he wouldn't hear of it. But now he's 3 weeks behind. We're due to move back this week and I've still got frigging cables hanging out. He's messed with stuff that doesn't need messing - moving lightfittings which he reckoned were out of alignment, which meant that the ceilings had to be replainted twice. I've told him repeatedly we just want the job done and over. Our God is not in the detail.......
On top of that, every job he does, he overcomplicates, in a crap attempt to look knowledgeable in front of my H (on whom I think he has a boyish crush!) And creates problems so he can be the one to fix them! He got my H out of a meeting last week to tell him that we needed new light fittings in the hall as they don't work. He wanted us to tell off our other contractors for not checking them. But it turns out that they work perfectly well, but the bulbs had gone. FFS surely that's Day 1 of electricianry school?
He's put some wall lights up for us - they needed moving as they were too close to the ceiling - and has filled the old holes with what looks like sick and chewy, refitted the lights and now we can't get behind them to sand and paint the old holes. He does my effing head in. I asked when he'd absolutely finally be finished, and he said not to worry, he'll come round and finish everything when we've moved in!!!! I lost it then, and shouted at him that we've been out of the house for 5 months and I never ever want to see a fecking tradesman again, so no, he won't be doing them when we move back. Jeez!
He and his wife want us to go for dinner next week but Ive said to H I'm not going in case I lash out and stab him with my fork. I hate him. This is a pointless rant. But if you don't see me for a bit, it's cos I'm doing porridge.