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Well fuck that for a game of soldiers...
I've been trying to get the council to come sort out my flat, and they keep turning up to inspect or whatever while I'm at work. The Council have this really irritating habit of assuming that all of their tenants are social leaches who sit around all day and claim benefits, and can therefore be dropped in on at any time.
My neighbour encouraged me to call our Housing Officer and get him out to take a look see, in the hopes he can get them to pull their fingers out. But when I called his office I was advised that this is not anything to do with him, and I need to take it up with the Maintenance supervisors. *scowls*
I got home so pissed off last night I spent a good hour ironing, to work out my frustrations. And you all know how much I destest ironing.
Finally got an inspector out to my flat this morning, and showed him the rising damp up the hallway walls and in the bedrooms. He's going to get the hallway treated, and that bloody horrible artex reskimmed as best they can, and they're gonna treat the bedrooms for mould. But, they're only going to be doing any kind of redecorating in my bedroom, not Rowan's. The reason for this is because he developed a habit of picking at his wallpaper when he was supposed to be sleeping, so it's in tatters as it is.
*urge to kill rising*
I feel like I'm being accused of pulling a fast one, to get my flat redecorated.
So not only do I have to replace my furniture and carpets - which the insurance is pretty much sorting out, thank god - I am now definitely going to have to do something about the wallpaper in Rowan's room, and the living room too as that's showing tide marks from where the paper soaked up water from the damp skirting boards.
I can't even leave it and get the hell out of there, 'cause they'd probably come chasing after me for damaging the place, since they'd then have to redecorate it ready for the next tenant.
I wish to god it wasn't coming up to Christmas time - I keep wanting to go find myself a full time job someplace other than where I am now, that would pay me enough to privately rent some little two-bedroomed place near the school. I have totally had a gutsfull of my flat and my job.
I've been trying to get the council to come sort out my flat, and they keep turning up to inspect or whatever while I'm at work. The Council have this really irritating habit of assuming that all of their tenants are social leaches who sit around all day and claim benefits, and can therefore be dropped in on at any time.
My neighbour encouraged me to call our Housing Officer and get him out to take a look see, in the hopes he can get them to pull their fingers out. But when I called his office I was advised that this is not anything to do with him, and I need to take it up with the Maintenance supervisors. *scowls*
I got home so pissed off last night I spent a good hour ironing, to work out my frustrations. And you all know how much I destest ironing.
Finally got an inspector out to my flat this morning, and showed him the rising damp up the hallway walls and in the bedrooms. He's going to get the hallway treated, and that bloody horrible artex reskimmed as best they can, and they're gonna treat the bedrooms for mould. But, they're only going to be doing any kind of redecorating in my bedroom, not Rowan's. The reason for this is because he developed a habit of picking at his wallpaper when he was supposed to be sleeping, so it's in tatters as it is.
*urge to kill rising*
I feel like I'm being accused of pulling a fast one, to get my flat redecorated.
So not only do I have to replace my furniture and carpets - which the insurance is pretty much sorting out, thank god - I am now definitely going to have to do something about the wallpaper in Rowan's room, and the living room too as that's showing tide marks from where the paper soaked up water from the damp skirting boards.
I can't even leave it and get the hell out of there, 'cause they'd probably come chasing after me for damaging the place, since they'd then have to redecorate it ready for the next tenant.
I wish to god it wasn't coming up to Christmas time - I keep wanting to go find myself a full time job someplace other than where I am now, that would pay me enough to privately rent some little two-bedroomed place near the school. I have totally had a gutsfull of my flat and my job.
