Gah! Plumbers!

Why does it always happen to me? Someone, somewhere, must know a plumber who actually turns up when he says he will, but I've never met one.

For some time now, we've had a damp patch on the (concrete) kitchen floor. Just occasional seepage from somewhere. Not very much, and no smell so I'm guessing it's mains water rather than sewage. Just recently the stains started to get larger and I reluctantly decided that we would have to get the problem fixed.

That was Monday. Found a plumbing firm in the phone book, rang them up and a youngish chap came round in the afternoon. Explained the problem to him and we agreed he'd turn up the following morning and get started.

So, early Tuesday morning (because of the Fibromyalgia I'm not a morning person) I tidied up the kitchen and sat waiting for him. A phone call comes; he's managed to somehow blow two tyres of his souped-up Volkswagen Transporter van (alloy wheels!) and can't get there. The other plumbers at the firm are busy, can they reschedule Wednesday? Fine. I'm at a loose end now so I quickly go and post chapter 28 of Somewhere Else Entirely while I have the chance (and still awake).

So, early Wednesday morning (did I mention I'm not a morning person?) I'm waiting again, and the phone call comes. He's still waiting for the van, won't be there until 11:00. (I'm guessing the alloy rims got damaged.) Fine. There's not a lot I can do, I don't want to start writing if I'm going to be interrupted. Second phone call. He can't make it today, he's booked tomorrow (Thursday) so he'll come Friday. At least I have the day free now so get started on the backlog...

Mid-afternoon Wednesday, my central heating spontaneously decides that all the radiators have to be red-hot. It's July, the heating's turned off, WTF? Cue headless chicken mode. Now, I can't get the people who I have a boiler service contract with to come around until the other plumbers have finished. I really don't want the house full of competing plumbers, I'd never hear the end of it!

At least today I have a bit of scheduled peace and quiet. Tomorrow, who knows what will happen. Will the plumbers turn up? Will I end up owing them more than the National Debt of Greece? They are dead lucky that because I don't work there's someone here every day to allow them to postpone as they have done. Have I been told a load of male bovine droppings? You know what these people are like as well as I do.

At least I've started writing chapter 29. Now, when I'll finish it is a tale for another day. Life? Don't talk to me about life!

Penny

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