I haven't had a working boiler and hot water for over a week now, maybe two. My stint in hospital coupled with everything else meant I haven't really been home to deal with it all, but now I am and the trouble it's taking to get someone out here to deal with the issue is epic.
I spent all of yesterday waiting, made three calls and was promised help by early evening. I wake up today and chose not to rant or vent, instead I calmly painted a picture for the person on the other end of the phone. It was a beautiful canvas of frustration and disappointment, brushed delicately so as not to deter from the need to rectify my current predicament. I've been on the phone twice today and it's only 10.40am.
In the end it was a guy called David who sorted me out an appointment for next Monday morning. Still highly unacceptable but at this point getting upset about something like that would be a chore.
On the plus side I might be recouping some money, enough to smile at, I'll put it straight on the bills and rent so I can exhale.
As I posted this and backed off from the laptop I realised this song kinda sums up how I feel right now. Enjoy:
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