Builder - where?

I have been happy to bore anyone who will listen with praise of the new conservatory. For a start, it has been very well built, proper foundations, brick colour and pattern carefully matched to the house brick and there is certainly a lovely sense of peace, calm and escapism when I sit in there; perfect ambiance for counselling clients.
We asked the builder who did it to give us an estimate for a downstairs toilet. He came to measure up and told us he would be in touch within the week. That was over two weeks ago. I gave him the cheque for the conservatory at the same time and he mentioned that he was anxious to bank it as soon as possible. Keith asked him if he was interested in doing some work at his Dad's house, which is currently being renovated and he said he was.
So we waited patiently until the end of last week and then Keith tried ringing his mobile number but it was always switched off. Finally, he did get through but it was Mrs Builder who answered. Keith asked her if the builder would please ring him back. "Yes," she said, and that was it.
Also, when I checked my bank account, I discovered that, over two weeks after he had taken the cheque, it had still not been paid in.
Curiouser and curiouser!
So, readers, what do you think?
The butler ... in the library... with the candlestick?

Arachnophobe tip

Replace carpets with laminate or wood flooring. Spiders move more slowly across its smooth surface, making it easier to stamp on them. Either that or the one I killed the other night was in its dotage. I'm just proud of myself for being able to get close enough to do the necessary. A gold star for that, I think!

Half term

Half term, the week I have looked forward to for the past seven.
Programme so far:
Saturday - course in the morning, mowing the lawn and tidying the garden in the afternoon, followed by vigorous hoovering, cleaning, washing etc. Followed by falling asleep at 8 in the evening!
Sunday - lots of tidying, sorting, throwing out, relocating (mostly Keith's stuff, but we won't dwell on that) and dispatching of several, nay lots of full black bin bags to the tip. (Today I managed to stay awake for the evening and if Craigybaby makes an ageist comment about that - he's dead!)
This is because we want to have a downstairs lavatory installed under the stairs but to do that we need to find other homes for the stuff that's already there. This means a ruthless cull of all the stuff that's in the cuboard in the small bedroom. Some of this has gone to the tip, some will go in the shed. However, before I put any more stuff in the shed, we need some shelves in there...and so it goes on.
All this has been instigated by the building of the conservatory - but it is a lovely conservatory - definitely one of my more inspirational ideas.