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About two weeks ago, I walked into the bedroom as my husband was in bed watching TV, and remarked that it stank in there. Husband didn't smell anything, and asked what I smelled. I said it smelled like a public toilet, and immediately tried to locate the source. There was no smell from our own bathroom, so I assumed it must have been coming from the alley outside and lit some incense.
Thursday, as he was getting dressed so we could sit down to watch Taskmaster together, he came out to ask if I'd spilled anything near the closet. I am a clumsy sod, so this was a perfectly reasonable question. However, I had not spilled anything, so I got up to see what he meant. The floor was soaked. In our closet, we keep a bunch of large, plastic bins, full of blankets and laundry and coat hangers, which all needed to be pulled out. The whole closet was flooded. The wall was bulging out and fucked. We now know what the source of the smell in the bedroom was the other week. Why it only stank that one day and not a day since, who knows.
While he ran the carpet cleaner over it to suck up as much water as possible, I rang building management to put in an emergency maintenance ticket, because something is clearly wrong. Then we had the question of how in the fuck the neighbours below us never noticed it raining in their closet. We at least had the excuse of plastic bins being plastic, and not wicking upward, so everything in them stayed dry and protected. The next question was why it took the building until the next morning to get maintenance round.
And this was my Friday morning. Bathroom in a million pieces, closet piled up at the foot of the bed, and no water for about three hours while the maintenance guy tried to figure out whether it was the toilet or the shower. He couldn't actually tell. The toilet always kind of runs, and he stopped it from doing that, and fixed the tap from leaking in the bath. And then about two hours after he left, both started up again, so fuck me I guess. And the real indignity of all of it was I was waiting for these roofers to get out of here before putting in a ticket to get the water heater serviced, because it's been acting up. Now, because of the weather, the roofers have fucked off anyway and then this happened. So I'm gonna put in the ticket for the water heater, since he needs to come back anyway to collect his fan next week, so he might as well come back and take a look at the water heater while he does that. I've already let him know what the problem is, so he's expecting it, and even told him I was putting it off because of the goblins on the roof.
The best part of all of this is he came in fully expecting the water in the closet to be from them, because they left the job half finished, but had to pause it because of a storm that came in. I have no idea how we have no roof, but also no rain coming in, but that's where we're at right now. All in all, I'm very tired. And very annoyed that I need to wake up at 7am on Monday for an appointment that I don't want to go to, but couldn't reschedule.
In other news, I started listening to one of Jon Richardson's books this week, (It's Not Me, It's You), and after the first hour or so of listening to it while on my walk, I came home and immediately rewrote the opening bit of Malapropism. I think I am going to abandon the blog format I'd had planned, just because it wasn't making a lot of sense as I had it laid out. Under any amount of scrutiny, it fell apart pretty quickly. I'll still be posting it as a blog/newsletter, but the meta formatting of it is going away. It was a bit too much. Which means a lot of rewrites for what's already been written, but it'll be better for it. And this is why I set such a late release date when I decided to start doing this project, because I knew I would want to do a lot of fussing around with it to get it right.
You'll be able to read it for free here, if you haven't signed up already.
Thursday, as he was getting dressed so we could sit down to watch Taskmaster together, he came out to ask if I'd spilled anything near the closet. I am a clumsy sod, so this was a perfectly reasonable question. However, I had not spilled anything, so I got up to see what he meant. The floor was soaked. In our closet, we keep a bunch of large, plastic bins, full of blankets and laundry and coat hangers, which all needed to be pulled out. The whole closet was flooded. The wall was bulging out and fucked. We now know what the source of the smell in the bedroom was the other week. Why it only stank that one day and not a day since, who knows.
While he ran the carpet cleaner over it to suck up as much water as possible, I rang building management to put in an emergency maintenance ticket, because something is clearly wrong. Then we had the question of how in the fuck the neighbours below us never noticed it raining in their closet. We at least had the excuse of plastic bins being plastic, and not wicking upward, so everything in them stayed dry and protected. The next question was why it took the building until the next morning to get maintenance round.
And this was my Friday morning. Bathroom in a million pieces, closet piled up at the foot of the bed, and no water for about three hours while the maintenance guy tried to figure out whether it was the toilet or the shower. He couldn't actually tell. The toilet always kind of runs, and he stopped it from doing that, and fixed the tap from leaking in the bath. And then about two hours after he left, both started up again, so fuck me I guess. And the real indignity of all of it was I was waiting for these roofers to get out of here before putting in a ticket to get the water heater serviced, because it's been acting up. Now, because of the weather, the roofers have fucked off anyway and then this happened. So I'm gonna put in the ticket for the water heater, since he needs to come back anyway to collect his fan next week, so he might as well come back and take a look at the water heater while he does that. I've already let him know what the problem is, so he's expecting it, and even told him I was putting it off because of the goblins on the roof.
The best part of all of this is he came in fully expecting the water in the closet to be from them, because they left the job half finished, but had to pause it because of a storm that came in. I have no idea how we have no roof, but also no rain coming in, but that's where we're at right now. All in all, I'm very tired. And very annoyed that I need to wake up at 7am on Monday for an appointment that I don't want to go to, but couldn't reschedule.
In other news, I started listening to one of Jon Richardson's books this week, (It's Not Me, It's You), and after the first hour or so of listening to it while on my walk, I came home and immediately rewrote the opening bit of Malapropism. I think I am going to abandon the blog format I'd had planned, just because it wasn't making a lot of sense as I had it laid out. Under any amount of scrutiny, it fell apart pretty quickly. I'll still be posting it as a blog/newsletter, but the meta formatting of it is going away. It was a bit too much. Which means a lot of rewrites for what's already been written, but it'll be better for it. And this is why I set such a late release date when I decided to start doing this project, because I knew I would want to do a lot of fussing around with it to get it right.
You'll be able to read it for free here, if you haven't signed up already.
