Monday – Actually not too bad, as I went to the Pain Clinic and have been scheduled for Acupuncture after the 1st of the year.
Tuesday – Washer repair man suppose to be here between 8 and 10. At 9 my phone rings telling me the repairman is ill and won’t be here until Friday. So we enter week 2 with no washing machine. And I’m off to an evening gig, that I was 20 minutes late for because it took 30 minutes to get from here to the client’s in the pouring rain in a taxi. Because it never rains in Belfast so no one knows how to drive in it. O__o
Wednesday – Horrible nights sleep but swamped with work, processing the video from Tuesday night, so can’t have a rest while Adam is at Germcare (TM). At about 10 there’s a knock on my door. It’s the plasterer, who was suppose to be here Tuesday afternoon, to take a look at the paint that is bubbling again in my hall, assumed to be from a leak in the heating pipes as it was fine until the heating was turned on. He has no idea what he’s suppose to do, so I tell him landlord said he’d cut a small hole in the wall to look for a leak. He starts banging away and I try to get back to work. Suddenly it goes quite so I go to look. He’s left, leaving the front door open, and half my wall is stripped to the breeze block. Angry email to my landlord with a picture. He’s suppose to be back Monday morning at 9.
Thursday – Diabetes Clinic. With Adam in tow. Who was, as always, a star. Except when the blood pressure cuff was ripped off my arm. That scared him and made him cry. Adding more Metphormin to my daily dose and see them in 6 months.
Friday – Washer guy shows up at 800. By 9 he insists it’s fixed. I ask him to let it run a bit longer but he insists it’s fixed and hauls ass. By 915 washer was having the same fault. Rang the repair company. They ring the repair guy to get him back but he tells them he’s been gone for 40 minutes and can’t come back. I tell the repair company that’s bull. They say too bad, but that he said to turn it off completely and unplug it, run a new cycle and it should work, but they’ll book in a repair visit for Monday morning. So I did. And it still doesn’t work. So I haul 2 weeks of wash, in a duffel bag with wheels my mum left when she never returned in June and two Tesco bags, pushing Adam in his pram with one hand, up to the nearest launderette, in a hail storm. 3 hours and £20 later I’m home and the wash is done. Of course, if it wasn’t for our service contract on the washer, it would have been about £200 later with no working washer as that was how much the repair guy said the new part and labour would have been without the contract.
This weekend can only be great, right? RIGHT?