An Unusual Advantage Of Professional Cleaners
For the last few months, I’ve had a professional company clean my house, as opposed to a lady who comes round.
One advantage I hadn’t thought of, was that as the company, bring all their own equipment and materials, I no longer have to buy them and carry them back from the shops.
I’d never thought of that! But it’s a great advantage and offsets the extra cost of the professional company.
This Is Getting Beyond A Joke
After trying to boil me last year, this house is now trying to freeze me to death. I can just about get the heat up to 18.5°C, by having the boiler on full and controlling the valves manually upstairs.
As to having a bath, that is impossible. As we decided to take it out last week. But only on condition, I had a working shower. Guess what both showers are not working. Now they have done this before, so I suspect that could be down to the cold weather too! I just tried the shower again and took this picture.
My Stone-Cold Leaking Shower
Note how the water is leaking everywhere. The water was absolutely stone cold.
I suppose the shower isn’t too important, as I know that I can get one at my physio tomorrow.
But what did I do to deserve to be frozen to death? Or am I drowning, as my nose just never stops running with this rhinitis? But then, I had this chronic rhinitis for some years as a child, so I know despite it’s worst intents, it doesn’t appear to be fatal.
In some ways the worst pain I have is in my left humerus, where the school bully broke it. But that isn’t at all funny.
I suppose I could always move to somewhere like Mali, where I’m told it’s a bit warmer.
My Central Heating
There’s something weird about the central heating in this house.
I haven’t had it switched on upstairs due to its homicidal tendencies for a few weeks. So today, as it’s so cold, I switched in on again.
It must be the first time, anybody has switched the heating on and the temperature has fallen. Despite the fact that the floor is now quite a bit warmer!
Yesterday Was Cold Shower Day
It’s not just the central heating that is up the creek in this house, but the hot water as well.
So yesterday, I had to have a cold shower, as for some reason the hot water had gone awol.
It may be de rigeur in the best public schools, but I can’t wait to get my shower system replaced with one like I had in the previous house.
I’ve Now Got A New Ceiling
My hall had terrible lighting, so I decided to put a false one in to hold some decent lights and be able to take out Jerry’s awful wall lights.
You can see the lights in one of the pictures.
All it needs now is to be plastered and have the lights fitted.
It’s Parky, But The Radiant Heater Is On!
It’s very cold, but the sun is out and although, I’ve no heating upstairs in the house, where I live most of the time, it’s warming up with the sun.
The origin of parky is a bit obscure. Some say it’s northern, but then my parents in North London used it.
I Have A Real Wet Room
The picture shows the floor of my en-suite shower.
I Have A Real Wet Room
It is Jerry at his best and it shows how the water flows from the shower area to the rest of the room. It also shows why I must put shoes on to go to the toilet.
Another Clue In The Mystery Of The Rogue Central Heating
Yesterday, I had a guy from G4S call looking for a Mr. Smith, who supposedly lived in the flat above my house. It was about non-payment of an energy bill to British Gas.
Now, there is no flat above my house, I’ve never dealt with British Gas and the guy said he was looking for a prepayment meter, which doesn’t exist.
So after an amicable discussion, he made a few notes and left.
The whole episode got me thinking. When I moved into this house, some of the wiring was unusual to say the least. So did someone crudely split the house into two separate flats to maximise his income.
This would certainly explain the very dodgy and crude wiring in the heating manifold.
So perhaps, I’m wrong to blame Jerry in this instance, when it appears it was some amateur, who had a possible grudge against me.
Fuel And Energy Prices
I had a stroke two years ago and being unable to drive, I moved from my large house in deepest Suffolk to the centre of London. My new house is fully insulated and my fuel bills have gone through the floor.
Some of those moaning at costs, should look at their lifestyles. Why should I subsidise the 4×4’s and heat-inefficient houses of others?
I Want A Warm Short-Sleeved Dressing Gown
I don’t use the dish-washer, as it was virtually broken by the tenants who lived here previously, I do the small amount of washing up by hand.
The only problem is that my dressing gown has sleeves that are long and thus get wet.
So where can I can a short sleeved dressing gown?
Thinking of tenants! Were they invented by the white goods manufacturers to wreck as many domestic appliances as they can?
The Anonymous Widower 