Snagging list....

I've been like a bear with a sore head for the past few weeks. Being short with people. Ratty. Bad tempered. Argumentative and mildly aggressive. On all of these counts I'm guilty as charged! The reason for this is snagging. This is a word I only learnt about a month ago and it's almost turned me into a nervous wreck. Let me explain. I've been having some major building work done at home since November last year. I could cope with the pouring over drawings, the men arriving at 7-30 most mornings during the dark days of December and January, the industrial drilling noises and the loud radios set seemingly permanently on the Chris Moyles show. It didn't bother me too much that the builders had to tear down half the wall and the garage roof. It didn't bother me when the plasterers made a complete mess of the new floors and left their paw prints all over the kettle and the fridge; or when I had to make about eight cups of tea and coffee every morning for about two months. What's got to me is all this snagging business. Snagging is a good word for it actually as it is the tying up of all the loose ends that need fixing at the end of the job. The rough edges that need smoothing at the bottoms of doors, the grub screws missing off the handles, the sticking door latch, the bit of sealant missing from the sink, that sort of thing. It isn't that any one of them should get you all agitated, or that two or three of them together should make you irate. It's more the sheer number of them nagging at you constantly, milling around in my tiny brain, eating away at me in the night as I realise that I forgot that the grouting on the tiles of the front step hadn't been added to the snagging list. Still it'll all be finished soon and I can then sit back and enjoy my new study. Damn it I've just noticed a scuff on that new laminate floor. Where's me snagging list?!..