Have
you ever noticed that when something goes wrong, it happens
in three's.
Last
week we lost our broadband connection, and our once free
internet provider's helpline has recently become a premuim
line. Thanks!
This
morning we overslept, and so did the children, for
once!. After rushing around like headless
chicken's trying to get them and myself dressed and lunch
box's packed I finally got them in the car — only
to discover the battery dead. Great!
My
children don't do walking well, especially on the coldest
day of the year. Plus we had to pick my son's friend
up on the way. So three children, 3 lunch boxes, 2 book
bags, 2 swimming kits, 2 mylittle ponies and a handbag
later I finally got them all to school and myself to work.
A
couple of days later I discovered very smelly
water coming up
in
the
soon to be new kitchen. A big problem as it has happened
before, which generally means that no-one in the house
hold can either have a bath or flush the toilet, let
alone
use the washing machine or wash up. Again a big problem
in itself. Soon to become even bigger due to a SMALL gathering
my husband kindly arranged, 36 adults and children in
total, are due to ascend on us tomorrow
for a firework party!!!
Thames
water kindly came out and generously told me it was no
longer their problem, even though it has been for the last
10 years, and we would have to call out another company.
Which I duely did, twice!. The first time the drain man
came he didn't stop because there was no where to park — I
could of moved my car, if he had bothered to knock
on the door and ask — and yes, it was fully functional
again, thank you.
The
second time he came round, he spent half an hour scratching
his head, and his bottom I may add, trying to explain that
he couldn't get his rod down the hole. I stopped myself
from making a rude remark as after his vanishing act earlier
my confidence in him was dwindling fast.
I
decided to call it quits with this one and call another
drain company.
This
time he was very prompt and efficient, for the houses
in the next street!!!
He
kindly cleared the drain's for the road behind us and when
he eventually did come and have a look down our drain,
he exclaimed
"it's blocked".
No
s*** Sherlock. Well
there was quite a bit, but I think we established
that earlier.
Anyway,
he did get his rods down and discovered the drain
had collapsed and it would have to be repaired, which — yes,
you've guessed — it wasn't his problem!
Thinking
that this sounds expensive I asked my husband if he could
ever so kindly go and dig a hole in the garden, find the
collapsed drain and repair it.
I
can't repeat what he said, but the gist of it was "NO".
I
must mention that normally he is not quite so negative.
His attitiude derives from cracking 2 ribs during a football
match the week before. So asking him to go and dig a
hole which could possibly result in a punctured
lung, was probably not the best thing to ask of him.
Anyway
to end this rant. We have broadband back, the car is fully
charged and the drain has been found and repaired. Husband
is still broken though.
Oh
well, life would be boring if everything ran smoothly,
but maybe once in a while it would be nice.
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