They’re probably only little things in the grand scheme of things but it’s immensely frustrating when they happen all at the same time. Clearly the answer is MTFU but in the meantime I’ll whine ineffectually here for a while.
I should point out we’re in the process of fitting out a new house so I guess we should expect some pain from that anyway.
Friday:
Find out the wood stove and flue in our new house has been badly installed. The whole lot needs pulling out and refitting properly. We even need to make a new hole in the roof.
Wooden floor fitter goes AWOL two days before he was due to do the fitting, still no contact.
Find out ALL the plaster in kitchen needs pulling off as it was badly applied a few years back.
Internet access at home dies completely. This is after weeks of it intermittantly failing. Virgin still haven’t resolved this.
Saturday:
Mum has masectomy
Quote for new carpets comes in, twice the amount I anticipated. Long ‘discussion’ with the wife about appropriate quality.
Find out one wall in lounge needs fully replastering due to it’s age.
Woman crashes into my wife’s car while it’s parked up. Front end is a right mess, undriveable. Insurance company argues for ages about a courtesy car, finally sorted it on Monday.
Go to birthday party. Both of us are seriously pissed off after all the previous but at least my wife can drink because I’m driving. I drive back about midnight after the longest night on earth with a semi-comotose wife in the passenger seat.
Sunday:
After collecting my mum from the hospital, collecting my son from his aunties, going down the tip and taking some boxes to the new house, I have no time to ride.
Still no internet.
I spend the afternoon sweating like a pig in a dry, dusty house chipping away at the strongest cement on earth to remove the old hearth. I have sweat around my crotch when I leave the house. So this will be when the neighbours meet me for the first time. Nice
Monday:
Still no internet
This was going to be my day off when I could have a nice ride in the sun but after taking my wife to the car hire shop, the estate agent rings to tell me we have a tenant viewing of our old house. Cue 5 hours of frantic cleaning (house was a tip due to us packing).
Family come round, say all the wright things, seem really interested, ask all the right questions. And then right at the end, ‘it’s too expensive’.
Bah! Solutions? I tried drink on Sunday night, didn’t really help that much,.