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gothams3rdrobin) wrote2008-11-02 09:06 pm
gothams3rdrobin) wrote2008-11-02 09:06 pm
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The state of me
Guess what, folks - things are actually progressing! *tiny Paul Gross Arms \o/*
I had a couple of voicemails on Wednesday; one from the guy from the company that brought in the dehumidifier (henceforth to be known as Bernie from Bute, for simplicity), and a second one from a woman from the Council's maintenance team.
Bernie wanted to arrange a time to come visit the flat and access the work to be done by them, and the council's inspector was also to be present. The woman was calling to make sure something was arranged, I think. So an appointment was made for Friday morning.
I was rather pissed off, considering this would be the third inspection in two months, with no work actually being done. Plus their self-imposed deadline expires tomorrow. However, the fact that Bernie came by means that we could actually arrange for his crew to get cracking.
I think I actually frightened the council inspector somewhat though! ;-) I'm pretty sure the reason why they actually got their fingers out of their collective arses this week is because Mam dragged me to see my local councillors (the grassroots politicians who work for the local Member of Parliment/Assembly Minister, and actually get stuff done) last Friday, who in turn wrote a letter to the Council expressing their dismay at my experiences. I gather that the woman who called me is a pretty big fish in the Maintenance team, and has subsequently cracked the whip ;-) She, however, tried to tell me that people have been trying to get access to the flat over the last few weeks! Complete and utter bullshit, as I said to both herself and the mouse of an inspector - though phrased slightly politer. I wasn't that nice to the inspector, in as much as I dare to be rude to anyone, and he was a little dispairing about his inability to placate me - especially, I suspect, when I was being pleasant and friendly with Bernie. But then again, he and his team at Bute jumped through hoops for me with the dehumidifier, installing it on a Saturday morning for my convenience, despite the fact they wouldn't have gotten paid for working over the weekend.
And lets face it, would you be nice to a person who is basically making a repeat of his inspection a month ago? I've been stuck in my parents spare room with my six year old son for two months now, so no, I'm not going to be in a good mood or accepting of bullshit.
Anyhoo - the end result of all this is that Bernie and his crew will be by next Friday to make a start. They're going to mould-treat and redecorate both the bedrooms (The inspector decided to allow them to do Rowan's room too as a 'goodwill gesture' *chuckles*), and reskim and emulsion the hallway. I can't wait to get rid of that bloody horrible artex in the hall.
Once that's done, I can go buy my new carpets and furniture! *cheers* I can't wait to go shopping! It's a nightmare trying to ensure I don't spend the insurance money that's been sitting in my bank account for the last week - when you see such a high figure sitting there, you can't help thinking "Oooh, I can afford to get this. And that'd be cool too..." *chuckles*
So hopefully, in two weeks or so, we can go back home!
God, I hope so.
I had a couple of voicemails on Wednesday; one from the guy from the company that brought in the dehumidifier (henceforth to be known as Bernie from Bute, for simplicity), and a second one from a woman from the Council's maintenance team.
Bernie wanted to arrange a time to come visit the flat and access the work to be done by them, and the council's inspector was also to be present. The woman was calling to make sure something was arranged, I think. So an appointment was made for Friday morning.
I was rather pissed off, considering this would be the third inspection in two months, with no work actually being done. Plus their self-imposed deadline expires tomorrow. However, the fact that Bernie came by means that we could actually arrange for his crew to get cracking.
I think I actually frightened the council inspector somewhat though! ;-) I'm pretty sure the reason why they actually got their fingers out of their collective arses this week is because Mam dragged me to see my local councillors (the grassroots politicians who work for the local Member of Parliment/Assembly Minister, and actually get stuff done) last Friday, who in turn wrote a letter to the Council expressing their dismay at my experiences. I gather that the woman who called me is a pretty big fish in the Maintenance team, and has subsequently cracked the whip ;-) She, however, tried to tell me that people have been trying to get access to the flat over the last few weeks! Complete and utter bullshit, as I said to both herself and the mouse of an inspector - though phrased slightly politer. I wasn't that nice to the inspector, in as much as I dare to be rude to anyone, and he was a little dispairing about his inability to placate me - especially, I suspect, when I was being pleasant and friendly with Bernie. But then again, he and his team at Bute jumped through hoops for me with the dehumidifier, installing it on a Saturday morning for my convenience, despite the fact they wouldn't have gotten paid for working over the weekend.
And lets face it, would you be nice to a person who is basically making a repeat of his inspection a month ago? I've been stuck in my parents spare room with my six year old son for two months now, so no, I'm not going to be in a good mood or accepting of bullshit.
Anyhoo - the end result of all this is that Bernie and his crew will be by next Friday to make a start. They're going to mould-treat and redecorate both the bedrooms (The inspector decided to allow them to do Rowan's room too as a 'goodwill gesture' *chuckles*), and reskim and emulsion the hallway. I can't wait to get rid of that bloody horrible artex in the hall.
Once that's done, I can go buy my new carpets and furniture! *cheers* I can't wait to go shopping! It's a nightmare trying to ensure I don't spend the insurance money that's been sitting in my bank account for the last week - when you see such a high figure sitting there, you can't help thinking "Oooh, I can afford to get this. And that'd be cool too..." *chuckles*
So hopefully, in two weeks or so, we can go back home!
God, I hope so.
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I've loved some of his work, including his music, but I really don't know much about him as a person. That's probably for the best.
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All I've gleaned so far is: He's an attention whore and has the most hilariously obscene potty mouth I've ever come across. Which makes me want to love him so bad. But I must be good. Yes. <3
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You'll be fine, sweetheart. Though I still think you need to see Slings & Arrows - he and his wife are a lot of fun in that series.
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I enjoyed it 'cause it was fun seeing Paul play someone borderline insane, after someone as buttoned up as Fraser. Though there were a lot of similarities with due South (getting pestered by an interferring ghost, for starters).
Plus I think I get a bit of a kick out of seeing a husband and wife playing a couple very much in love, but so emotionally screwed up they drive each other insane ;-)
I don't do the show justice, and it takes a couple of episodes to get going, but I did enjoy it a great deal.
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You KNOW how weak I am when it comes to hot men.
SIGH.
(this is really turning into the Paul Gross Icon Thread, isn't it?)
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(And hee, yes. Yes it is. *grins*)
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