last month was a bastard but I'm still here, just
Hey ho, we have had a jolly time....
Current tale of woe is a wee leak through the dressing room (the room outside the shower) ceiling....drip drip drip, suspected but not known until I heard the gentle drip whilst sitting on t' throne. And with a tank in the shower room, you're never sure.
I know where it is and I think it takes heavy rain and wind at the same time to get this....
The trouble is, these houses were built front terrace first, and the lanky bits out the back after. And they ARE separatevand they DO move. I had quite a few holes twixt the two when I moved in, and I've slapped cement up there BUT the board that carries the gutter covers the topmost one. I've tried expanding foam but that clearly doesn't work so the next sqishy muck to try must be silicone rubber. Either that or whip part of the ceiling down and hit the bastarrdd from the back..
Ah well we have the right time to sus out where the problem is.
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In other news, the piles are ok, work has been a fucking madhouse, which I compounded last tuesday by falling at work - dunno how, I was carrying a paper, but as I went down there was the stepstool right ahead of me, roll sideways, duck under the FUCKING STEEL RACKING CROSSMEMBER supporting stock and BONGGGGGGGGGGGGG headbutt the FUCKING STEEL UPRIGHT supporting the fucker with my right temple. Thoroughly desecrated. Straight to the bog, handful of wet towels colding the bump, water running down my arm and cheeks (I do my crying in the rain) soaking my shirt and jumper.
BOLLOCKS.
ARSEHOLES.
And other things.
My coworker and witness (witless?) didn't attend on me. Hes had worse, been trepanned I think before....
Next day I'm on my Jack as always on Wednesday and I had an episode....my lunch is 12-1pip emma so I' m used to having calls directed down from sales...starts after 12 and call no4 was taken after a scream of I WANT MY DINNER that didn't need mr Bells creation to be heard upstairs...I heard one ejaculated "Ralph!" from upstairs... I dealt with the call then degenerated to crying, drumming fists on the bench and the phucking fone sobbing gulping i want my mummying and all for a quarter of an hour. Noone came, none probably cares except theres some stupid bastard to pass the caller whose name and needs werent caught or remembered but theyre on line 2 will you take it.......to.
I felt drained but oddly pleased. On my own of course.
People ask you how you are but its more who can we get at the peanuts we give him I think, sometimes.
Thursday, Friday Ive tried to catch up with all the little jobs that someone has more important things for me to do.
Saturday, Nieces BF birthday. Hes not on LJ but is on FB which Ive been wasting more time on..... Steak at Miller and Carter and Im still stuffed!!
Good news.....Colney Hatch Lane is reopened after a month or more taking Satans Diversions home...the drive is still a shit but not as pungent.
So, how you guys getting on?
Current tale of woe is a wee leak through the dressing room (the room outside the shower) ceiling....drip drip drip, suspected but not known until I heard the gentle drip whilst sitting on t' throne. And with a tank in the shower room, you're never sure.
I know where it is and I think it takes heavy rain and wind at the same time to get this....
The trouble is, these houses were built front terrace first, and the lanky bits out the back after. And they ARE separatevand they DO move. I had quite a few holes twixt the two when I moved in, and I've slapped cement up there BUT the board that carries the gutter covers the topmost one. I've tried expanding foam but that clearly doesn't work so the next sqishy muck to try must be silicone rubber. Either that or whip part of the ceiling down and hit the bastarrdd from the back..
Ah well we have the right time to sus out where the problem is.
---------------------------------------------------------------
In other news, the piles are ok, work has been a fucking madhouse, which I compounded last tuesday by falling at work - dunno how, I was carrying a paper, but as I went down there was the stepstool right ahead of me, roll sideways, duck under the FUCKING STEEL RACKING CROSSMEMBER supporting stock and BONGGGGGGGGGGGGG headbutt the FUCKING STEEL UPRIGHT supporting the fucker with my right temple. Thoroughly desecrated. Straight to the bog, handful of wet towels colding the bump, water running down my arm and cheeks (I do my crying in the rain) soaking my shirt and jumper.
BOLLOCKS.
ARSEHOLES.
And other things.
My coworker and witness (witless?) didn't attend on me. Hes had worse, been trepanned I think before....
Next day I'm on my Jack as always on Wednesday and I had an episode....my lunch is 12-1pip emma so I' m used to having calls directed down from sales...starts after 12 and call no4 was taken after a scream of I WANT MY DINNER that didn't need mr Bells creation to be heard upstairs...I heard one ejaculated "Ralph!" from upstairs... I dealt with the call then degenerated to crying, drumming fists on the bench and the phucking fone sobbing gulping i want my mummying and all for a quarter of an hour. Noone came, none probably cares except theres some stupid bastard to pass the caller whose name and needs werent caught or remembered but theyre on line 2 will you take it.......to.
I felt drained but oddly pleased. On my own of course.
People ask you how you are but its more who can we get at the peanuts we give him I think, sometimes.
Thursday, Friday Ive tried to catch up with all the little jobs that someone has more important things for me to do.
Saturday, Nieces BF birthday. Hes not on LJ but is on FB which Ive been wasting more time on..... Steak at Miller and Carter and Im still stuffed!!
Good news.....Colney Hatch Lane is reopened after a month or more taking Satans Diversions home...the drive is still a shit but not as pungent.
So, how you guys getting on?