Day 8

I awoke and made myself a cup of coffee, went into the lounge and opened the curtains, It was then I put my hand on the book case and it was wet ... I looked up and water had come in from the ceiling. So I called the agency.... Spoke to let’s say “L” who was not really that bothered if I’m honest, and so the fun begins.




It turned out “L” was the maintenance manager and had no idea about the problems with the windows and the internet as the idiot Mark had not passed it on.... there was a big list I had giving the Idiot days before and he hadn’t bothered.



So I there was nothing done at all on Monday as I was told that the roof was a communal space and it may not be fixed, also that they did know there was a problem yet they still signed a contract with us saying the property should be wind and water tight... I called them back again and was told she was phoning the landlord and cheekily that I didn’t give her enough time... I explained I was stressed as the flat is not water tight! She said she would call me back and never did....It was at this point I let my dad take over as they were not taking me seriously....



Nothing was done at the end up and I began worrying about the rest of the flat as the ceiling had been damaged in the past and the marks where all over the lounge above the sofas and even in the bedroom, for now when it rained we just had to worry..



That night we both felt like wed been kicked in the gut and couldn’t believe this was happening, it was then we realized that there was no smoke alarms and if there is a fire we wouldn’t know and even if we did the windows where painted shut and some of them that did open where dangerous and wouldn’t open fully. One in particular in the lounge had a pane of glass that was barely secured and looked like it could fall out....



I wrote a not as I thought it was funny saying “this window should only be looked at, on the 13th of August 2010 the artist gracefully noticed that it may fall out, causing injury to a random pensioner, Junky or even Puppy!! Please do not touch.”



That was the start of all the bad stuff and you will hear more in the following blogs on how it gets worse.



There wasn’t much entertainment that night but I’ll give you a quote....



I feel like telling the agency to “Bolt Ya Rocket”



I now feel like I could do with some “wine” ie buckfast im fiting right in and cant stop swearing!