I can't believe how long it's been since I blogged. Something is wrong, the days seem to be long but the weeks are short.
1. I sat for two days waiting for the nbn to attach the in and out boxes. Nothing. Several messages on the mobile but I had specifically told them not to ring on the mobile but use the land line. These days I do not run to answer a phone. And I couldn't answer the sms because the mobile is not connected to the internet. The truck was in the street, would it have killed them to knock at the door after 4 unanswered calls when I was given a time to be home? I now won't be connected until May, suits me.
Next day I paid the Telstra phone bill and 10 minutes later lost all the landlines. Connect with nbn and optus and after not being able to answer the mobile and spending $20 on pre-paid mobile, the third idiot I spoke to said I should ring Telstra since they still have the account. No, it's not inside the house and no I can't move the couch or all the things in the front room (in the middle of that for nbn) because I can't get down that low. Why low? Because the house is old and all connections are on the skirting board. $15 this time but at least the Telstra bloke was polite and apologetic about the cost and fixed it. Outside line which was drooping after the storm and the delivery trucks were smacking into it. Great, back in business, panic levels dropping.
2. One day after that, landlines are out again. But I notice the light on the powerboard is flickering so I take the phone plug out and try it along the line, all out except one so the phone is okay again. I'm looking at a new powerboard and more money and moving stuff to plug it in. Next member of Parliament who says pensioners should be able to live on what they're given will be sent a vicious email.
Visits to the Doc's and flu vac
Visit to the Podiatrist
Visit to Dentist
Ahoy there Scott Morrisson, try pulling that kind of money out of a pension while you are struggling adding 2 and 2 for the next budget.
3. Mother has lung rot again so oxygen and ventolin full blast. Says she's dying again. She picked up a bit when I refused to go to hospital with her if they insisted. 12 hours last time when I wasn't even offered a cup of tea was the very finish.
4. Nephew turn up and I'm ready to brawl about the warehouse down my hallway, 4 years and counting. Couldn't do it, never kick a man with Gout in the foot. Learned that from my father, when he had Gout, you couldn't breathe near him in case the pain went up a notch. Sister gets Gout in one toe, apparently it hurts a lot. I have so much pain everywhere I wouldn't know. So I still have a warehouse.
5. New fence is up and up and up. I don't know what went wrong but the fence that reaches my brick wall would have to be over 30cm taller. They've spent the weekend digging out their old lemon tree and I notice the wooden fence slowly going up until the spouting disappeared. Usually a new fence will be a bit higher, the other side is about 10cm. And I think they may have nicked some of my land. The two brick fences were quite close, the wooden fence is right on top of my bricks and the other brick fence seems to be about 20cms away from the wood. At least the back fence is sort of fixed up so only half might fall down in a storm. What got up my nose was the fact that these builders and neighbours were walking in and out of my property and never once said what they were doing or getting permission to tramp over my land. I felt like the Queen does when she sees a group of ramblers trotting through Sandringham. And neighbour did the one thing that is a no-no, got going and painted the palings as soon as they were nailed. Wood needs time to settle and dry out and he already has zebra stripes where it's moving and he was so careful not to let one dribble come over on to my unpaid for side.
6. I left the good news for last. The tree lopper did a fantastic job and even though I have a Visa card again, it was worth it. Photos when I remember what I did last time to get them off the camera and onto the computer.