Today's topic? The 'New Apartment Living Experience'.
You know me..... I like to tell you all the gory details, whether it be about the building experience, my family or the temporary 'behind the scenes A-M rental experience'.
Well, as you know, we escaped the previous 'filthy rental' contract, by the skin of our teeth (the one where their condition report significantly varied with ours and we couldn't reach an agreement on the 'magnitude of filth') .. well here... now.... in our little riverside paradise, we are up to our ears in sewerage.. yes sewerage folks. Cue nervous disbelieving laughter.
Our apartment is at 'the end of the line', so to speak, in a building 8 stories high (ground floor apartment, in the corner... literally the end of the line). The building is super new and still under construction (they're finishing the penthouse as we speak) so problems are still being 'ironed out'... and it's all happening at Casa A-M. Yes, I got the frantic phone call from hubby last night (as I'm out of town). "It's happened again, what do I do? "Well darling, first you build a dam with whatever towels you can lay your hands on to prevent the RAW SEWERAGE, that is flowing up out of all the drains on the lower floor and KITCHEN SINK, reaching the carpet... and our fabric covered furniture. Open the doors. Move the 'good chairs' out of 'soon to be actioning' tradesmen's way. Keep the kids away.... send them upstairs to do some origami or something. Call the site supervisor and wait for the plumber, who will have to come from somewhere over the other side of town and who will be at least an hour or two.... guaranteed.... oh and throw the towels out when it's all finished... and wear gloves".
This is the fourth!!!! time this has happened. Oh the sound of that initial gurgle in the toilet and sinks strikes fear in our souls now. Last 'explosion', hubby was away and I was giving him a blow by blow description of the stench and my boy's melodramatics and their theatrical mock choking episodes (while he was eating out with clients in a fine dining establishment). My boys thought it was all so terribly exciting and ended up perched on the kitchen bench watching the plumber do his stuff like it was a side show (complete with nibbles... I don't know how they could eat.... it totally put me off my wine that night). Yes and it always happens late at night, when every tradesperson has gone home for the day... so bedtime, after the supervisor and the plumber and the professional cleaners have left, is approximately 2am.
We have been super nice about the whole thing.. hey, I have just survived a whole year of dramas!!... but next time it happens... hot line to the health department I'm afraid. "It's definitely fixed now" is wearing a bit thin.. and the stench is really not dissipating between 'episodes'. I'm paying good money for this temporary abode and my fading memories of my 25 year old science degree tell me it's not going to be long before someone in my little family injests some 'Clostridium Perfringens' by accident and gets really sick. Oh, please make me not have to move again! I'm still getting over the last move.
So there you have it.. the latest dramas. I solemnly promise that there will never be a dull moment over at this here blog.
Until tomorrow's drama!!!!....