Bank Holiday Weekend 2.

[teylaminh]

Kind of a bleh weekend, really...

Saturday was the usual fare of groceries and washing. Although what with the high winds I'm surprised I didn't lose any of my laundry in the process of drying it. The weather's been stupid this weekend, all told. On Saturday afternoon I turned the heating off, but by 6.00pm it was back on again.

Paul went out to a Eurovision party on Saturday and I stayed in. I watched the first four songs and decreed it to be a waste of time so went online for the rest of the evening (with a brief stint of watching "Britain's Got Talent" at around midnight due to boredom).

On Sunday we awoke to discover the leaky roof has gotten worse. Where before the drip was just coming out of one of the ceiling tiles by the bedroom door (in the hall, luckily, although it looks as though it started in the bedroom once and has been temporarily fixed and found a new way through) and now it's coming through the wood / paint of the structure above the step. Paul's going to ring Trevor today. It seems to be working straight through (rather than being a delayed reaction) so I suppose that's better than it sitting there...

Perhaps, like the boiler, this will convince our landlord that he needs to fix things properly rather than just rerouting the problem elsewhere in the hope it'll disappear. Meh. We put a towel down to catch the drips and hopefully it won't work through to Lisa's flat.

On Sunday I was horrendously tired for some reason and ended up having a nap at abour 5.00pm for an hour and a half. Which obviously made me feel worse than before.

Monday morning saw a very bizarre, lingering dream-within-a-dream (possibly; not sure on the ending) and another day of horrible tiredness with a bad back to boot. I didn't even do anything energetic this weekend. (Couldn't be arsed with Pride, and anyway the rain called off play on Sunday.) So I had a bath, nearly fell over from hunger in the shower (meh) and then managed to ruin our would-have-been-nice roast dinner by mis-timing by half an hour and then managing to burn the brocolli and cauliflower. It was edible, but only just. I suck. :(

Watched The Reaping last night, which was interesting. Strange. Bits of it reminded me of Silent Hill (the film) whilst other bits reminded me of Sanitarium (the game). Entertaining on the whole, though.

The office is bloody freezing today. *blows on fingers* I hate Spring. Never knowing what to wear for the best, stupid weather, fluctuating temperatures. Also, given how hot the recent heatwave was and that was only May, I dread to think what the summer's going to be like. I don't want to get ill again, thank you. Still, at least this office has air conditioning...

I'm sure I had something else to mention but I cant' remember what it was...

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sounds fun...

[doec.livejournal.com]

At my townhouse in Minnesota things were always falling apart/going hideously wrong/so ancient it's not even funny. At one point the ceiling/floor between the downstairs/upstairs bathrooms was on the verge of collapse thanks to an undetectable leak. It wasn't until I'd rinsed blue ink from my quill-pen down the drain after another failed attempt at calligraphy that we even made the connection. The drips from the ceiling came out blue. They had to put in a whole new ceiling to keep it from falling in! In the time leading up to its repair it became sort of a talking point in the house if I had company over. I'd gesture them to follow me, offering to show them "something really weird/scary". Always got the desired reaction!

Another time, over a holiday weekend (naturally, the maintenance staff wasn't to be found, that would've made SENSE!) the boiler went out. So there I was, stuck filling my bath using the teakettle technique! Heat water on the stove, carry it upstairs, pour into the bathtub, repeat, go insane. Not only was the pilot light out (that I probably could've figured out how to fix) the entire bottom was completely rusted through! That stupid piece of dren was probably a relic of the 60's, 70's at the latest! Luckily, the right people were alerted (eventually) and the thing was replaced. They must've known I was a long-term resident, they were always very punctual with repairs for me there. They even replaced my fridge when the old one started making rather alarming KA-LUNK!-ing noises exactly every 28 minutes. I mean, I know refrigerators cycle and all that, but it isn't supposed to sound like it's given up on life. I checked to make sure Marvin from Hitchhiker's wasn't plugged into it! That's the kind of shall I say hopeless sound it would make. "Why bother?" it seemed to say.

So, here I am, all moved into my summer dorm, ready for a term devoted solely to the dullest forms of food prep imaginable, said classes captained by a dingbat who can't even say "minimum" without getting the consonants confused. I would pay good money to hear the woman try to say "cinnamon" or "speghetti" That would be funny.

Re: sounds fun...

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

LOL. Yeah, our house is pre-WW2 so it's pretty old. Mostly sturdy (houses from that period are) except that you can't hang anything onto the walls because the bricks will crumble, the ceiling in the attic is held up with sellotape (I'm so not even kidding...) and now the roof leaks. As does the front window, but only when the wind blows towards the house. It's cold in winter and hot in summer. But the rent is cheap, and the girl who lives downstairs is lovely, so we put up with it.

Our boiler broke Christmas 06. The timer stopped working a few days before and then on Christmas Eve the pilot light blew out (it has one of those external flues so if the wind is blowing in the wrong direction...). We couldn't relight it and had to go and buy electric heaters. Not fun. Luckily there was a gas fire in the living room, the shower is electric and the washing machine still worked. After two days of trying to do the washing up with kettles of water, I gave up and used the shower head. ;)

Also, our fridge has no light, for some reason... most odd. It has the little button/switch but no light.

Ah well. It's a home, right?