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ALWAYS THE DRAINS
Mar. 22nd, 2018 05:33 pmYou are probably wondering why I haven't written anything on Dreamwidth for a while, and the answer is that I have either been too busy or stressed to write anything, or too busy recovering from being busy/stressed. I had a particularly unpleasant run-in with some friends a couple of weeks ago which necessitated the writing of a very detailed email, which used up about a month's worth of Coherent Writing Spoons.
This week has been particularly stressful because I am getting ready to go and visit my Grant. Monday involved a massive list of chores:( Read more... )
On Tuesday, I collapsed in a heap.
Yesterday, I had some social media work to do for UESP. 15 minutes before the new Elder Scrolls Online expansion was due to be announced live on Twitch, I heard a strange sound and discovered we had, quite literally, piss water pouring through our kitchen ceiling. This isn't the first time we've had a bathroom leak which became a kitchen ceiling leak, but it is the first time that it's been grey water rather than clean. A minor domestic might have ensued, due to my despair that our plumbing had been fucked for 10 days and Richard hadn't made it a priority because of work, combined with Richard's belief that I use too much toilet roll. (TMI, I'm sure, but I can't just shake myself dry! I'm not sure anyone with my type of anatomy can!)
We finally figured out that I could call Thames Water's 24-hour emergency line and sit through all the being on hold, and then pass the phone to Richard to speak to the actual Thames Water person using proper engineering language. Also we set up the camping toilet. I was not coping and had a raging headache just above my left eye. It didn't help that we were OUT OF CAKE and Richard had managed to leave the cake that he'd bought me in Wagamama when I phoned to say that the drains had become critical.
A friend asked just why our house drains are so evil. They're about 30-40 years old, ceramic, and they've started to crack in the soil. As a result, soiled water leaks into the ground, making our weeds in the back garden grow like crazy. Meanwhile, any solid effluent gets stuck in the pipes without any liquid to push it along.
We had the drain under our house, which is our responsibility, relined in October for the grand total of £100 because our insurance company paid the rest. However, the drain outside our house, which is Thames Water's responsibility, has never been repaired. They only ever come along and hose it out when there's a problem. From experience, about 75% of the workmen at Thames Water's contractor Lanes are lazy buggers who don't want to work.
Lanes called Richard today at 17:18 saying that an engineer would be dispatched and he would call when en route. Said engineer turned up at 18:20 or so without calling while I was in an old, holey pair of pyjamas. It was too late to access the appropriate manhole, being the one at the end of our garden just outside our property border, because the MOT garage there shuts up about 6pm. He said he would check with the neighbours to see if it was possible to clear the blockage from there, and then disappeared. About 18:45 or so my mother was leaving the house and she asked where the guy from Thames Water had parked. I said "Just up the road, why?" and she said "I'm sure I just saw the van leaving". Lo and behold, I checked with our neighbour and the workman had indeed done a runner.
This is a complete and utter Lanes "special". The engineers turn up, look at the problem, fail to believe anything I say, and then bugger off without a word to me. I literally cannot BELIEVE that he didn't call my phone or knock on the door to say he was leaving. I am PISSED OFF. We have no functioning toilet other than the camping toilet, which is a bucket with a seat, and not really suitable for Number Twos.
Meanwhile, I'm supposed to go and get on a plane tomorrow morning. I have done the online check-in for my flight tomorrow, I have told 2 x banks that I am going abroad, and I've updated my travel insurance because it runs out during my trip. I have also called Lanes and had a good moan, and we have an appointment booked tomorrow between 10am and 12 noon.
I wish I felt excited about going to see Grant. He's excited because he's lonely and touch-starved, and he's going to get me for over 3 weeks. I feel guilty because I'm running off and leaving Richard with a house with a backed-up drain, a squeaky bathroom sink tap, and some sort of alarming leak in the bathroom which is soaking the tiles and running down to the kitchen ceiling. It doesn't seem fair to leave one of my primary partners dealing with a WHOLE LOAD of plumbing problems while I'm off enjoying myself with the other one. I really should be here to support Richard while he works on it - but I can't afford to reschedule my flight.
It's just frustrating and upsetting and not what you need before a holiday.
This week has been particularly stressful because I am getting ready to go and visit my Grant. Monday involved a massive list of chores:( Read more... )
On Tuesday, I collapsed in a heap.
Yesterday, I had some social media work to do for UESP. 15 minutes before the new Elder Scrolls Online expansion was due to be announced live on Twitch, I heard a strange sound and discovered we had, quite literally, piss water pouring through our kitchen ceiling. This isn't the first time we've had a bathroom leak which became a kitchen ceiling leak, but it is the first time that it's been grey water rather than clean. A minor domestic might have ensued, due to my despair that our plumbing had been fucked for 10 days and Richard hadn't made it a priority because of work, combined with Richard's belief that I use too much toilet roll. (TMI, I'm sure, but I can't just shake myself dry! I'm not sure anyone with my type of anatomy can!)
We finally figured out that I could call Thames Water's 24-hour emergency line and sit through all the being on hold, and then pass the phone to Richard to speak to the actual Thames Water person using proper engineering language. Also we set up the camping toilet. I was not coping and had a raging headache just above my left eye. It didn't help that we were OUT OF CAKE and Richard had managed to leave the cake that he'd bought me in Wagamama when I phoned to say that the drains had become critical.
A friend asked just why our house drains are so evil. They're about 30-40 years old, ceramic, and they've started to crack in the soil. As a result, soiled water leaks into the ground, making our weeds in the back garden grow like crazy. Meanwhile, any solid effluent gets stuck in the pipes without any liquid to push it along.
We had the drain under our house, which is our responsibility, relined in October for the grand total of £100 because our insurance company paid the rest. However, the drain outside our house, which is Thames Water's responsibility, has never been repaired. They only ever come along and hose it out when there's a problem. From experience, about 75% of the workmen at Thames Water's contractor Lanes are lazy buggers who don't want to work.
Lanes called Richard today at 17:18 saying that an engineer would be dispatched and he would call when en route. Said engineer turned up at 18:20 or so without calling while I was in an old, holey pair of pyjamas. It was too late to access the appropriate manhole, being the one at the end of our garden just outside our property border, because the MOT garage there shuts up about 6pm. He said he would check with the neighbours to see if it was possible to clear the blockage from there, and then disappeared. About 18:45 or so my mother was leaving the house and she asked where the guy from Thames Water had parked. I said "Just up the road, why?" and she said "I'm sure I just saw the van leaving". Lo and behold, I checked with our neighbour and the workman had indeed done a runner.
This is a complete and utter Lanes "special". The engineers turn up, look at the problem, fail to believe anything I say, and then bugger off without a word to me. I literally cannot BELIEVE that he didn't call my phone or knock on the door to say he was leaving. I am PISSED OFF. We have no functioning toilet other than the camping toilet, which is a bucket with a seat, and not really suitable for Number Twos.
Meanwhile, I'm supposed to go and get on a plane tomorrow morning. I have done the online check-in for my flight tomorrow, I have told 2 x banks that I am going abroad, and I've updated my travel insurance because it runs out during my trip. I have also called Lanes and had a good moan, and we have an appointment booked tomorrow between 10am and 12 noon.
I wish I felt excited about going to see Grant. He's excited because he's lonely and touch-starved, and he's going to get me for over 3 weeks. I feel guilty because I'm running off and leaving Richard with a house with a backed-up drain, a squeaky bathroom sink tap, and some sort of alarming leak in the bathroom which is soaking the tiles and running down to the kitchen ceiling. It doesn't seem fair to leave one of my primary partners dealing with a WHOLE LOAD of plumbing problems while I'm off enjoying myself with the other one. I really should be here to support Richard while he works on it - but I can't afford to reschedule my flight.
It's just frustrating and upsetting and not what you need before a holiday.
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