A dear friend sent me some flowers on Thursday to cheer me up, which was much appreciated. (She knows who she is. And I’m sending her a big hug.)
But then disaster struck. Our lovely builder came to redo the door in our utility room… but unfortunately he couldn’t do it because he discovered we had a problem. As in a burst pipe. Which at one point we thought was under the screed, but luckily turned out not to be that (the idea of having all the units taken out, the floor hacked out and then rescreeded – nightmare).
Dealing with the insurance claim was fairly horrible – and I speak as someone who has insurance qualifications. (How do they treat people who are less used to dealing with legalese?) It was all ‘no no no, you’re not covered’. Er, I paid for all the extras. Why am I not covered? ‘It’s an exclusion.’ Doesn’t say that in the policy…
Luckily the assessor’s office was really switched on and explained to the insurance company that I was covered for the leak detection and fixing it as well as for the damage caused by the burst pipe, and made them do what they should’ve done in the first place.
Given the ongoing family crises, I could really have done without the hassle. I ended up bawling my eyes out yesterday because I have had ENOUGH. All I want is my nice, happy, quiet life back. No serious illnesses, no deaths, no plumbing hassles. (That’s as much as I’ll say here.)
The assessor is coming on Tuesday. In the meantime I have a huge hole in my utility room floor. If someone knows how to bottle patience, please send me some. (Madam scoffed my chocolate stash so I couldn't even use that!)
At least we have my best aunt and uncle visiting us on Sunday. I'm planning a barbecue, but it'll be one that can be cooked indoors if need be. The way this week is panning out, it'll pour. (Did I mention that it started on Monday morning when, with my arms full of laundry, I opened the door and stepped straight into a pile of vomit, courtesy of Kleptodog? And it hasn't really improved since...)