5 February 2010
There is a hole in the …
Posted by proseknitic under: home .
It was months ago when I discovered the leak staining the ceiling of the utility room. It took a few months more before I was finally able to convince Modern Housing that I needed someone to look at the mess, then repair it.
After four reschedules do to bad weather and their lousy scheduling, the plumber showed up this morning. Ready (are you ready for this?) to replace the float.
I kid you not. I showed him the problem, he remembered the issue from when he had come out to shut the water off. He called in and argued with the people for fifteen minutes before they finally agreed that, yes, he should take out the toilet, just like the surveyor asked.
We have no clue about the float – I have called five times about the mistake. I keep being told they will fix it. Never mind, do not underestimate the ability of a bureaucracy to perpetuate an error.
finally - bare boards
leaving the throne on its own outside since I vetoed it resting next to the tub..
behind the house
The joiners arrived just before 1400. Their work order said (and I quote)
replace a floor board
They looked, pulled up the linoleum and two hours later were here -
not just "a" floor board
Obviously it was too late for them to finish. Having it open to dry out for a few days is also a good idea. Perhaps the three sorts of molds and fungus which had been gracing the floor and air will not be happy.
They will be back Tuesday week.
I think knitting is much better for me than worrying about the next disaster
3 Comments so far...
Ruth Says:
6 February 2010 at 20:27.
I really, truly, feel your pain! (having been there, done that, within the last year) Knitting looks good though…:-)
AlisonH Says:
15 February 2010 at 19:55.
Been there, watching the house being torn apart–but oh, ouch, getting the orders wrong doesn’t make the process easier! Goodness.
Meantime, I was thinking that shawl pattern looked familiar! Thank you! You know, I thought the name was cute, originally, and it wasn’t till I overheard online someone grumbling about it that I realized that only someone with small feet (6.5) would have missed how that name might not always go over well… Um. Oops.
