Going to Pot

No, I’m not about to hit the wacky baccy, but I am growing increasingly tired of the current state of affairs.
Hubby and I have lived in a variety of properties, and at the end of our ‘tenure’ have always sold it on in a better condition than how we found it.

Not exactly DIY experts, we are practical and inventive, doing some pretty amazing and acceptable things on a budget.
In the cottage we invented a walk in larder from part of the back corridor and by demolishing a wall were able to utilise a useless area as a scullery and storage area leading into the kitchen.
Maybe we should call ourselves Kitchens R Us as we have put a new one in each property we’ve owned (apart from the tent, caravan and sadly the boat plans didn’t get to fruition, but we were working on it!).
In short, we have taken a pride in our home and property, so it sickens and annoys us to see simple fixes being totally ignored by the lazy sods with oodles of cash more than us.

There is a lot going on here, the revamp in the next basin is a mess and to be honest, the end is nowhere in sight. The local residents are now understandably up in arms from the pile driving that begins at 8.30 am until gone 7 pm 6 days a week, and the uprights that are being hammered in are all at different heights anyway.
The sludgy goo backfill for the proposed new developmentt of 8 houses (should they ever decide to sell the land in the first place) resembles my efforts at making custard of the non instant variety, that is, sloppy and lumpy.
The toilet block scenario is also an hysterical farce.
Work should have started on this the same time as the basin according to the letter we were all given. Yeah, right. Any guesses as to what year exactly?
I got hit on the knee again by the loo roll cassette which was attached to the wall when I entered the cubicle (so have reported it to the office as no-one else seemed to have bothered because they knew nothing about it), and whilst sitting on the throne, the earth moved as the seat shimmied to the left.
It’s bad enough with two adjoining loos out of commission (one gets blocked and they both overflow in a duet of flooding), but now this one marks an out of order rate of 50%.
Said holder has now been removed altogether, so yet another group of toilet rolls are running around loose to fall on the floor.
That is just not acceptable in my book especially as they intend to charge horrendous fees for this ‘priviledge.’

I’m tired of it, fed up to the eye teeth of something else dropping off or falling apart and not being rectified, and sick to death of an internet signal that goes on holiday more than we do. It’s probably sunning itself in Spain now as the lights are on and no-one’s home again as it bobs in and out like a sewing machine needle on speed.
What has capped it for me this weekend is that we have some visitors over the way.
Last year they were reported for noise, having music going and loud chatter until the early hours. Today there are three couples, 2 dogs, two young children and a screaming baby.
I hope they go home when the sun goes down.

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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 for jelly babies or fruit pastilles. 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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10 Responses to Going to Pot

  1. nanny15 says:

    The universe is trying to give you a message, lol, time to go. 🙂

  2. Barb Knowles says:

    How horrible for you! Any chance you can go to a diffferent part of the river and find a new mooring (I probably just used all of the wrong vocabulary but you know what I mean). It sounds like too much to bear.

    • It’s a financial problem unfortunately. There are cheaper moorings (and better facilities at other marinas as it turns out) but they are not residential, though we could ask a friend to be our ‘address’. The thing is costs for the boating life are escalating beyond our pocket, a cheaper mooring possibly means a higher river licence (almost £1000 a year), access may mean you need transport which runs up additional car running expense, on some moorings there is no electricity, water or cassette loo emptying facility, no showers/toilets or laundry. It all has a knock on effect where saving somewhere increases expenditure somewhere else. The obvious way to go would be as a water gypsy or constant cruiser, but I just don’t have it in me to live a life with no roots and always on the move. Our budget is tight anyway, but with the probability of it being halved due to government amendments to disabled policy, we simply cannot manage on £1000 a year after all costs for living on the boat are met.It’s been nice whilst it lasted, but we are angry to be forced out by greed here. I could have covered a 2% increase, but not 30% on top of the 44% hike in river licence fee this year. Not to worry, we’ll work something out over the next couple of months.

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