Now I'm not known for my tidyness but the bloody cheeky bitch! How dare she! Rental Checker Lady came three weeks ago. Three weeks and one day to be exact. It has taken her two weeks to type a letter and one week to send it, headed up BREACH OF NOTICE. It transpires that the shower and the oven need cleaning. WTF??? Both showers work better now than they did when we first moved in due to me dismantling the heads, soaking them and then poking out the shitty calcium deposits with a toothpick, each tiny hole by tiny hole. And the central draining - I take that apart too, soak it and scrub it to rid it of all that yucky, orange soap skum that can build up. Did she fucking look that far, superficial cow. As one is an over-the-bath-shower, I assumed RCL means the shower in our room so when he came home from work, The Hubster and I stared and stared at it. "I have absolutely no idea what she means, " I said. "Is she sure she's got the right house?" "Nope, neither do I," he said. (I love him when he's supportive. Usually, I can count on more support from my bra, but The Hubster does have his moments.) And who's cooker doesn't need cleaning? It gets used and needs cleaning. She came on the day we were due back from camping. It was school holidays. I live, quite literally, half the world away from family and friends... what does she expect - that I take the children around to my mum's for a couple of hours then I can get some housework done? The battery was also missing from the smoke detector. The smoke detector is located in a corridor that is just off our open kitchen and so everytime you cook something with oil, the bloody things blares away, so yes, we took the battery out. OK, we admit it was very stupid of us not to put it in when we knew she was coming to check, but we really do take exception to it taking three weeks to give us a Notice Of Breach Of Contract for something that could quite easily have been done over the telephone. Two days after moving in this house, I rushed The Hubster to our late night doctors clinic with a severe asthma attack. The hospital didn't have the right facilities and so sent him by ambulance to hospital at the other side of Auckland. He had 4 nebulisers before he reached that hospital. He was put into observation overnight and woken every two hours to be given drugs. Whilst he was there, I completely cleaned this house, despite the fact that contract cleaners had done it, the Dyson picked up two cylinders full of cat hair. I cleaned all the window and door frames where the previous occupants cats had come and gone and left hairs behind. Under the dishwasher was old, stale catfood and balls of hair and fluff. The handle on the cooker, on upside down and so loose that it fell off everytime we opened the oven. And the bitch has the fucking front to say the shower and oven need cleaning? Oh boy would I like to see inside her house.
- urban gypsy [8:58 am] |
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i am... honest. loyal. selfless. controlling ... hobbies... listening to music. theatre. blog hopping ... reads... chick lit. glossy magazines ... listens to music like... 70's disco. motown. pop ...
WISHES FOR
`new house (in Oz)
`less housework
`new shoes
`less bills
`new knickers
`smooth, tanned, glowing skin
`digital camera
`an iPod nano
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Urban Gypsy
30-odd year old mum of two
England - Saudi Arabia
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words__
When you run so fast to get somewhere
you miss the fun
of getting there.
Life is not a race,
so take it slower,
hear the music before the music is over, take your time and stay happy...
wishes for__
`new house (in Oz)
`less housework
`new shoes
`less bills
`new knickers
`smooth, tanned, glowing skin
`digital camera
`an iPod nano
