We lurch out of bed before 7 (again), ready to ensure that the new concrete foundations go in the right place, and that no one damages the controls for the underfloor heating, sticking out of the slab.
Builder Dave is trying to reconcile the measurements on various plans to work out where the boundary is between the houses. The result he gets moves our wall much further than we, or our neighbour, were expecting. It seems so unlikely that he decides to wait until he can get the Council Surveyor to check it out before digging the trench.
To our surprise, the calculations are verified. We thought we were going to gain about 100mm (4" in old money), but the actual gain is about 310mm, a bit over a foot. Neighbour is less than happy as he is going to have an unexpected step in the wall on his side, and his new living room will be a little smaller. I take him out for a consoling coffee.
By close of play there is a nice neat trench ready for concreting, but the delay in checking the survey means no pouring. We are bemused to find an ancient pipe running from one property to the other, through the trench. Carrying what? who knows...
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