It’s a bit like an episode of a 1970s sitcom around here this week. The neighbours must think I am either a sad old lady who books visits from tradesmen just for the company or otherwise I am having several affairs.
Actually, it’s much more mundane: things are finally moving on the house front.
Today we had the asbestos man to check out our flat* for signs of the dreaded sixties building material. Meant to turn up at 9am, finally came at 10.15. Nice work if you can get it.
Tomorrow we have an electrician ’round (at 8am for heavens sake) to see if our electrics really are as medieval as we / they think they are before they embark on any work.
Saturday sees the arrival of the BT man to reroute our line from above the front door to a more sensible position of entering through our lounge wall. Obviously when it was originally done (sometime in the mid-sixties by the look of the decrepit cable) one only took calls in a draughty cold hall.
Of course, now we are getting started on removing our huge, inefficient 1960s heating system we have the coldest, wettest May on record. Typical.
*Yes, riddled with it. It’s perfectly safe unless disturbed… unfortunately the council are planning on digging through it come September when they fix the foundations, gah. Anything else that can go wrong with this sodding flat?
June 1st, 2007 at 10:07 pm
and .. when does someone come to update your good old Apple II ?