I'm sure everyone has noticed I've been on a less than sparkling mood lately - and the weather today made me feel even more grim, to top it all I saw a rat in the kitchen - not once but twice, I have no idea where it came from - but I was fucking livid, both times it was at the rhubarb in the veg box - I totally scrubbed and de-sanitised the kitchen - including inside the oven with that spray stuff that claws the lungs out of your chest if you get a whiff. I've moved all the veg to high shelves or the fridge - there is no meat in the house or cooked food anyway, any waste goes in the compost at the back of the garden and I checked everything like rice and cereals carefully - nothing to indicate rat action anywhere. I'm not a big fan of killing anything so I'll avoid that course of action - but I am pretty pissed of that I have a thorough bred ratter in the house and she did nothing.
I was so aggrieved and pissed off with everything that I considered throwing in the towel and selling the house. It took about 15 mins to establish that actually - I could probably afford a 1 bed flat in Brighton, but that's just running away.
The trouble with this house is partly the fact that it needs so much doing and I can't afford it - and the fact that I keep trying to do everything properly - I should just slap boards everywhere and be done with it. The cunts I bought this place from did an amazing job of hiding all the fuck-ups. Everything is crap - even the PUV glazing is cheap substandard shite - and why anyone in their right mind would paint plastic window frames is beyond me.
In an attempt to cheer myself up and do something practical - I finally tackled the hot water tank. It took up the whole of the walk-in cupboard in the bedroom - the only real storage space in the house, a stupid place to put a tank. Made much worse by the wankers plumbing it in so badly it was a major opperatin to remove - you need to drain the tank - re-route the whole sysyem - practically re-plumb the whole house, and struggle in stupid small spaces to achieve gargantuan feats of plumbing.
The most stupid thing they did was to have all the drainage vents hidden under floorboards or behind the boiler where they were inaccessible. In the end I had to physically manhandle a full tank out of the cupboard and through the bedroom - so I could open a vent and drain slowly into a bucket on the edge of the stairs..... 11 buckets of water inside.
Now that it's empty I can lift it with one hand so as soon as I can organise taking down the landing ceiling - it's going up into the loft where it belongs.
I'm going to put loads of wooden slatted shelves in the new cupboard for bedding, towels, underwear etc - all the stuff that other people consider normal. It will transform my life.
The removal of the excess pipes gave me another 6 inches in the office - but I shall still need to re-plumb the whole house soon - the main cold water pipe comes in from the front - goes to the back of the house then does a full circuit before taking itself into the loft and then back down again - whoever did the plumbing was a fucking moron. At one point it actually crosses the stairs... on the surface. Cunts.
It's going to piss down tonight - we had rain and thunder today - not looking forward to it. I really need to talk to the woman next door about her damp path ( oooh, missus ) - it's her drain that's cracked and needs fixing..... she may be 90 but I'm sick of suffering for other people and being nice.
2 comments:
You cant leave Hastings, your the best blogger here!!!. Just move down the hill if it gets too much up there. Anyway Hastings is the new Brighton (but better)
it was just a flirtation - I get sick of that hill sometimes, I'm quite happy here - I would like to love further down the hill - I like the houses right at the end of Harold Road - pretty much the same as this one - but much more pub friendly.
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