That Sinking Feeling

One of my favourite films from 2007 was PS I Love You, starring Hilary Swank and Gerard Butler.
We picked it up on the bargain shelf years ago, and I had my reservations about our choice as it started with Holly and Gerry having an extremely heated argument. Then a few short frames later, Holly was a widow at Gerry’s funeral.

Not having read the book, I didn’t know what to expect, but what followed was a story of love and friendships, so if you’re unfamiliar with it and fancy a weepie for a girlie night over a bag of popcorn, get the tissues in and give it a go.

This post isn’t about young widowhood and starting again though, but there is a section in the film where Holly shuts herself away from everyone, not bothering to wash, eat properly, or do the normal household chores, having lost heart as well as the Love of her Life.
I’m feeling a bit like that at the moment having lost heart but going through the everyday motions OK .
I couldn’t care less about the progress of the marina revamp now, and actually pretty fed up with the state of the showers/toilet block which was supposed to be revamped over the winter period. They are in serious decline now with things not being repaired or replaced.

Out of 6 loos, we have two out of commission, two of the remaining ones have seats that  keep falling off (I’ve got pretty good at reconnecting them to the fixings with the help of a knee-jerk positive shove), one tends to block easily and has been known to flood the floor, and the toilet roll dispensers in two have been permanently empty for months because the one and only key has been lost. The result is loose poor quality toilet rolls that are left to roll across the floor. Very hygienic (not).
Bowls, cisterns and tiles are cracked, a flush handle came off in my hand the other day, one of the hand dryers doesn’t work properly, and two of the three showers have such erratic heat controls you can be freezing cold one minute and scalded the next without touching anything.
Apparently the gents isn’t much better with only one shower of the three working properly, and the loos and urinals are, well, a lot to be desired.

Morale here is low to such an extent that it has been noticed outside the marina site.
Management has still not come back to anyone, and I overheard in conversation today when passing about siatica and the classic cop out gem
‘I’ve insisted he come back to me this week’.

Hubby and I are both tired of it, and wish something positive would happen one way or the other so that we know where we stand and can plan ahead.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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2 Responses to That Sinking Feeling

  1. I read the book first and was in tears … But the movie seemed ok in comparison. Always the case isn’t it .. Hope your day gets better …

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