I wish I was one of these people...

a "Trench Inspector". I kid you not. A fucking Trench Inspector, how laughable is that? We are into Day 4 of our build and have been waiting for the aforementioned gentleman to come and inspect the foundation trenches before the builders can lay the foundation concrete. He eventually arrived at 10h30 this morning and promptly left two minutes later, having taken one and a half of those minutes to walk through the house to the trench and back to the front gate. In the other thirty seconds he was here, he introduced himself, admired our pool, looked into the trenches and grunted "okay" in the builder's general direction. We waited three days for that, and I don't even want to know what he charges for his services. I could be a fucking millionaire... Imagine if the Allied and Hun troops had to wait for a Trench Inspector in WWI? They would have called it quits and fucked off home for a drink and to watch the game on telly...