It's taken me over three weeks to get back here. Life keeps on getting in the way. This new blog is going to be irregular at best so bear with me. I just had to look up if it was bear or bare. I thought "bear" sounded odd but "bare" sounded even worse. Note to self: don't use such phrases in future.
Following on from my last post, it seems the electrician did something right when he came out as we've not had any problems with our laundry since. Until the next problem that is! So no, I haven't called the tribunal and we haven't made any plans to flee the house before it turns in on us. I don't really want to move until we're ready to do so.
A week or so after my near-death laundry experience, I had a baffling allergic reaction to milk which rendered my appearance similar to a pox victim. The rashes appearance was as alarming as it was sudden. My work colleagues looked at me worryingly and sent me off to the GP. I went to the doctor, popped a Zyrtec and in 24 hours it was all gone. I have just drunk some milk, three weeks after the event and am happy to report I can go back to drinking it. I may just be allergic to work. That's possible, right?
Next week I'm off to Melbourne on a solo mission for All Tomorrow's Parties. I. Can't. Wait! Except for the public transport shitfight that I know will happen, it's going to be brilliant. My Bloody Valentine! Thee Oh Sees! Einsturzende Neubauten! So many other fantastic bands! I'm contemplating getting a hire car for the second day and exploring bits of Melbourne I wouldn't normally get to, before heading to the festival. But will see how I feel, I suspect Saturday will be a very late night.
Friday 8 February 2013
Tuesday 15 January 2013
Poltergeist
I suspect this house is built on an ancient burial ground. It's either that or it's a piece of shit, but it's more fun to believe we're cursed or something.
When we moved here, it was the best of a bad bunch. We were issued our marching orders from our last place when I was seven months pregnant. We scrambled to look for places in a similar range but what we found was mostly dire, mouldy, stinky, overgrown. This place wasn't much better but we liked the backyard and thought if it were painted it would have potential. This was our "it'll do, for now" place. Four and a half years later and I think the time to move is finally coming.
Last week I was zapped by a power point. Not just a little zap but a full shock traveling up and down my arm. This house has given us a lot of shit over the years. Termites, part of the ceiling falling in Master P's room, rusted gutters threatening to collapse into the backyard, plagues of vermin, recurring mould. We've fought through it all, complained, got the real estate agents to fix things, fixed things ourselves and kept the place in a reasonable living condition. But now I'm scared. The shock could have hospitalised me or worse. I saw my GP and had an ECG, all clear and back to work the next day thankfully. It took a week for an electrician to come out and have a look at the dodgy power point. He said there was little he could do as he suspected there was damp in the wiring and it could well happen again. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccck.
Tomorrow I ring the tribunal to work out what all of our options are. I wouldn't be surprised if moving is the only real option presented. I don't particularly want to do that (who does?), we love our neighbourhood and the rent sucks around here. If moving is our only option, we will delay it until after our holidays and hope there aren't any further attempts on our lives between now and then!
When we moved here, it was the best of a bad bunch. We were issued our marching orders from our last place when I was seven months pregnant. We scrambled to look for places in a similar range but what we found was mostly dire, mouldy, stinky, overgrown. This place wasn't much better but we liked the backyard and thought if it were painted it would have potential. This was our "it'll do, for now" place. Four and a half years later and I think the time to move is finally coming.
Last week I was zapped by a power point. Not just a little zap but a full shock traveling up and down my arm. This house has given us a lot of shit over the years. Termites, part of the ceiling falling in Master P's room, rusted gutters threatening to collapse into the backyard, plagues of vermin, recurring mould. We've fought through it all, complained, got the real estate agents to fix things, fixed things ourselves and kept the place in a reasonable living condition. But now I'm scared. The shock could have hospitalised me or worse. I saw my GP and had an ECG, all clear and back to work the next day thankfully. It took a week for an electrician to come out and have a look at the dodgy power point. He said there was little he could do as he suspected there was damp in the wiring and it could well happen again. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccck.
Tomorrow I ring the tribunal to work out what all of our options are. I wouldn't be surprised if moving is the only real option presented. I don't particularly want to do that (who does?), we love our neighbourhood and the rent sucks around here. If moving is our only option, we will delay it until after our holidays and hope there aren't any further attempts on our lives between now and then!
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