Kanaroo Stk Or Shark?
Track of the day - Raining In My Heart - Buddy Holly.
The wet wall saga still lacks a final chapter.
That bloody bedroom wall squats toadlike on my life and despite my best attempts I'm unable to use my wit "as a pitchfork and drive the brute off".
The advert in Yellow Pages said the Bogsville Roofing Company offer a 24 hour service. With a team of 30 experts on call 24 hrs a day, it's reasonable to assume that one of them would be able to fix a problem with a small pitched roof.
Wrong.
After last week's visit by boss roofer no one came back to even look at, let alone fix the sodding roof.
I have now been stuck in the house for days waiting for workmen who fail to turn up.
Last Thursday we were told,
"We did come out yesterday but we went to the wrong road.
I didn't realise the guys had taken a full week's holiday.
They'll be round at 8:15am on Monday."
Monday came and went. I phoned boss man's mobile phone number,
"No one turned up. Can you tell me when someone will be here to fix the roof?"
"They'll definitely be round on Tuesday morning between 8:15 and 8:30am. They didn't get back off holiday until late on Sunday. Sorry about that. They'll be round first thing tomorrow."
Tuesday came and went and boss man's mobile phone seemed to be permanently switched off. The girl in the office said she'd find out what was going on and ring back.
"Hello, is that Mr Bogs? By the time the boss got in this morning the guys had already laddered up the van and left to do a job in Shropshire. They'll definitely be round early on Wednesday morning. Sorry about the delay."
I'd like to believe that they'll turn up but something deep down tells me that there'll be more excuses.
No sooner had I typed this on Wednesday morning than the roof men arrived. It was 8:00am. This time they brought their most experienced roofing expert with them.
End result another piece of lead inserted behind the tiles and a repeat of the "There's nothing wrong with your roof. The tiles are in excellent condition. Really we need to see it when the rain's coming through," stuff.
Hell we've been trying to get them to come back for the best part of two weeks now. Two weeks ago it was raining and water was running down the plaster. They could have seen it then.
The wall has just dried out enough to sand it down and repaint it. Someone's coming to fit a new carpet next week and the last thing we want is for the rain to come back in, as it most surely will, and ruin everything.
Smirking weatherman has been replaced by wheezy weather woman who smiles apologetically and sounds like she has a severe chest infection. Maybe she's been sanding damp plaster.
The sun is shining, there's cricket to listen to at 11:00am, another two or three coats of paint should cover the water stained wall, I'm only three skirting boards and a door away from decoration completion and there's Kanaroo Stk or Shark? on offer at the local butcher's shop.
Who could ask for anything more?
The wet wall saga still lacks a final chapter.That bloody bedroom wall squats toadlike on my life and despite my best attempts I'm unable to use my wit "as a pitchfork and drive the brute off".
The advert in Yellow Pages said the Bogsville Roofing Company offer a 24 hour service. With a team of 30 experts on call 24 hrs a day, it's reasonable to assume that one of them would be able to fix a problem with a small pitched roof.
Wrong.
After last week's visit by boss roofer no one came back to even look at, let alone fix the sodding roof.
I have now been stuck in the house for days waiting for workmen who fail to turn up.
Last Thursday we were told,
"We did come out yesterday but we went to the wrong road.
I didn't realise the guys had taken a full week's holiday.
They'll be round at 8:15am on Monday."
Monday came and went. I phoned boss man's mobile phone number,
"No one turned up. Can you tell me when someone will be here to fix the roof?"
"They'll definitely be round on Tuesday morning between 8:15 and 8:30am. They didn't get back off holiday until late on Sunday. Sorry about that. They'll be round first thing tomorrow."
Tuesday came and went and boss man's mobile phone seemed to be permanently switched off. The girl in the office said she'd find out what was going on and ring back.
"Hello, is that Mr Bogs? By the time the boss got in this morning the guys had already laddered up the van and left to do a job in Shropshire. They'll definitely be round early on Wednesday morning. Sorry about the delay."
I'd like to believe that they'll turn up but something deep down tells me that there'll be more excuses.
No sooner had I typed this on Wednesday morning than the roof men arrived. It was 8:00am. This time they brought their most experienced roofing expert with them.
End result another piece of lead inserted behind the tiles and a repeat of the "There's nothing wrong with your roof. The tiles are in excellent condition. Really we need to see it when the rain's coming through," stuff.
Hell we've been trying to get them to come back for the best part of two weeks now. Two weeks ago it was raining and water was running down the plaster. They could have seen it then.
The wall has just dried out enough to sand it down and repaint it. Someone's coming to fit a new carpet next week and the last thing we want is for the rain to come back in, as it most surely will, and ruin everything.
Smirking weatherman has been replaced by wheezy weather woman who smiles apologetically and sounds like she has a severe chest infection. Maybe she's been sanding damp plaster.
The sun is shining, there's cricket to listen to at 11:00am, another two or three coats of paint should cover the water stained wall, I'm only three skirting boards and a door away from decoration completion and there's Kanaroo Stk or Shark? on offer at the local butcher's shop.
Who could ask for anything more?
Posted by Milt at 8:16:00 am
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