Mostly bad

[vilakins]

Good: We live down a long driveway which we share with three other houses. It's lovely being that far back from a very busy road because it's relatively quiet and peaceful in the trees and the cats are safe.

Bad: The driveway has huge potholes. And the people we all booked to reseal it at some point during the last three sunny and dry weeks didn't.

Good: They showed up this week.

Bad: When it was raining.

Worse: And promptly cut into the neighbours' water main.

Bad: The foreman was ill yesterday so they didn't work.

Worrying: We have to park on a very busy road for several days, or down the hill in a quiet cul-de-sac and walk up an alleyway in the dark which I'm not prepared to do.

Good: A friend from Australia is coming to stay at the end of next week.

Bad: She's bringing her two little girls which is scaring the hell out of me.

Also bad: The taps in the guest bathroom don't work properly. You have to make 3 or 4 complete turns, then the bastards gush on so hard, water goes everywhere.

Good: I found a local plumber who said he can come tomorrow.

Bad: He can't, because our driveway is up.

I'm not even going to tell you about the crap new system management forced IT to put in at work. Sigh. I want something to go right.

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[kalypso-v.livejournal.com]

I was woken by the plumber arriving the other morning. I was a bit surprised, because when the same firm send the joiner they ring at least once first to make sure I'm awake/at home. But he just rang the doorbell, and seemed surprised that I was surprised. I vaguely knew he'd be coming some time or other, because the joiner came and did several jobs last week and said he thought I should have the plumber to fix the last thing. And that reminds me I still haven't rung the contact number he gave me for the bloke who might replace the rotten windowframes while preserving the original leaded windows.

Anyway, never mind all that, I hope the plumber makes his way in eventually, and when you're expecting him, and that the little girls turn to to be fun.

[vilakins.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sure they will be; their mother is. It's just that I have no idea what they're like now, having only seen them as pre-schoolers before, and that was 6 years ago. One of Greg's nieces had nothing in common with us (she was into ponies and fashion and teenage languor) and in the end we parked her in front of the TV with earphones and she watched DVDs and music videos while her brother had fun on the PC with our games.

I shall ring the plumber tonight and see if he can come in first thing sometime next week.