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the fine print.

alright… now .. if there’s one thing i really really dislike its official papers and application forms… any mistake that you’re ever going to make in life.. youre going to do it on that sheet of paper in front of you. TFL student oyster application forms.. nonrefundable.. no mistakes.. and then university admin who don’t know what they’re doing.. forgetting to fill bits in.. putting the wrong signiture in the wrong place.. who don’t realise till you prompt them.. greato.

Im now filling in an application form for my provisional driving licence which i lost about six months ago.. the application has been sitting in my flat for 3 months now.. every other line of fine print seems to contradict the next.. great… and theres actually a handbook included with the pack.. incase you get confused.. couldn’t they just make it really clear to begin with.. well thankfully sifting through the book brought me to a telephone number.. much less painful.

my council has also sent me a form to renew the status of my council tax exemption. well.. i was giggling.. ‘yours faithfully..[blank]‘, nice.. not so faithful and trustworthy to put a name down eh? then whip out the envelope … ‘please complete the application form overleaf and return the whole letter to the address above.’ NICE… no address.. then it proceeds to say ‘complete the form and return the whole letter’. um.. so do i also return the bit addressed to me which has my account details..which the form doesn’t have? oh well in it goes.. lets hope it arrives.

oh and on a side note.. that ‘urgent’ situation with my electricity meter being exposed… well a month after the i called in and could (eventually) arrange a time to sit at home and have them come (because i HAD TO BE THERE so that i could make sure that things worked?!) … they came this morning.. um.. yes it was a two minute appointment really.. ‘well your box needs fixing.’ (yes. i can see that.. thats kind of why i called) ‘but your box is too small for the meter.. i mean we’ll need to change your meter too, so really we’ve just got to install a whole new box but we can’t do it now obviously we’ll need to get permission and the likes.’ that was it.  i gave the contact details of my agent to them and off they went on their merry way.. so they took a month of waiting for this? i got told off by the woman at southern electric because i kept having reschedule the appointment. why didn’t the two previous electrician make this judgement. i didn’t have to be at home for them to look at the box that is ON THE EXTERIOR WALL OF THE HOUSE and conclude wait a minute.. we need to start from the begining. great work folks.. i guess everyone makes mistakes and over looks things, but if this is the conclusion then surely it could have been established earlier and the problem dealth with sooner.  having said that.. they seemed like nice people.. i dislike intimidating handymen that like to flaunt their testosterone, their seeming knowledge of how some whatsit-d-bubbly works when in reality they really look as if they have no idea what they’re doing and cannot piece together a coherent sentence.. sort of like what im doing now.. you know what i mean. the nice handymen.. they’re out there somewhere. alrighty more later.. time to send off these damn application forms.

errrrrr……

i could be wrong.. but i do believe my oven has died… bye bye bacon sarnies…

ER..

hmm.. i may aswell change the name of my blog to ‘the life and troubles of a pig’. this has turned into a blog primarily about things that happen to go wrong.. with my flat and uni work. hohoho. ANYWAYs… the latest development.. um.. my boiler is doing funnies.. lukewarm radiators and no hot water.. great.. now im going to smell like a pig too. early days but i might be moving to a new place soon. no central heating though. yes its that kinda house. well on the upside.. if there is no central heating then thats one less thing to break down. who says i can’t be optimistic!

holy moley.. . you know those old subscriptions and updates you get from subscriptions you made like 2 years ago when you were going through a phase in secondary school… well this is a link i’d never thought i’d put here http://www.tokyopop.com/product/2685/Orange/1 heres my suprise when i saw Benjamin’s work being published by tokyopop of all evils. (yes he’s only know and ‘benjamin’ ) um.. i found out about his work at a HK comic convention, and athough his work is very typically asian.. (if you get me) he does some great stuff with movement and colour. i have big posters of his work, and even a few of his comics, one signed too (thanks bro). well the upside to having his workpublished by tokyopop :%  is that at least he’ll be a little more googleable as soon as the fangirls kick in.. really how does one google ‘benjamin’.

when i said there’s something wrong with everything in my flat…

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i meant everything… i’ve discovered a new problem.. apart from having gapping gaps in my window that let in freezing winter gales, really really loud neighbours that like to stomp on the stairs and throw down suitcases early mornings and late nights…. no freezer box door, a minor case of mould, travelling mice parade, invading slug swarms… faulty boiler ..  cracks over walls and ceilings due to poor foundations, the upstairs will eventually fall down on me…(i think im getting there now..) ive discovered today that there is actually water dripping from the walls in the back room. OH FUGGLE.. when i touch it.. theres actually water on my hands, not a minor case of dampness.. unfortunately/fortunately i love living here, but this is getting a wee bit annoying.. perhaps its my flat thats doing the jinxing… hmm

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uninvited… [edited]

well, as some of you may know.. i have a bit of a mouse problem… to my horror… i have at least two mice….. in my flat… i think they’re mice anywho.. not rats… tiny little critters that can squeeze through the tiniest of gaps… speedy things… anywho.. i think i caught a baby one.. its sort of dumb.. the proof being that i actually managed to catch the same one twice. anywho… i had a look at my councils website… rats are free but mice and everything else  you have to pay for.. i mean really.. they’re just as bad surely? whats with this discrimination? well i ended up calling up my agent, so the man (who sounded quite proper and british XD) will come 10-11… sounds like a good guy, since he actually gave me a time frame thats not 12-6 or something ridiculous..

i sealed the hole in the living room so they ended up coming from  the kitchen instead.. urgh.. i sealed up one hole in the kitchen.. only to find that they could use two others.. and one escaped through a hole in the toilet.. you see the problem with my flat , excluding the fact that 70% of things are broken, fridge, taps, doors…) is that the whole house is a bit of a shoddy piece of work.. in the back room .. my walls don’t join at a 90degree angle.. its an acute.. (65degree angle roughly) and to top it off.. the bad workman ship.. like a giant gaping hole between washing machine and oven is perfect for festering little buggers like these.. proof being that thats where they were last winter when the same shit happened. there are also one inch thick gaps in the flooring where the missing skirting board is supposed to meet that being a perfect enterance or escape route when they hear me coming.

anywho.. i caught this little bugger.

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tiny tiny little thing i think you’d agree .. and much faster than myself.. meet little mousey.. a looks a little too young to be called a mr mouse. he’s trapped in a small icecream tub and i think he’s getting a little clostrophobic.. shaking and all.. after he ate a tiny bit of food.. he pooped twice before figuring out that he could possibly jump out.. and after spending five minutes just jumping.. proceeded to eat his poop.. which really made me feel like shit..so i gave him a bit more food.. which was only half a nut anyways.. he has now pooped two more times.. and hes only been in there for 40 mins… i guess i’ll hand him over tomorrow to the big macho pest control man. either that or i’ll release him in green park or something.. any suggestions? if i hand him over to the man it will mean certain death, soo?

[edit] hmm humgums.. yeah.. uncle just told me its a baby.. which i was pretty sure about anyways.. :’( uncle and dad said that the mummy and daddy are going to hunt me down tonight :’( … also thinking what i should do with him.. and if i should move him to a bigger box.. im a bit worried about him :’( he’s scared.

here-comes-daddy

one of the many delightful images my uncle draws of me :’( im scared :’( what if the mice take my ears.. i’ll end up like ding dong… bauble head :’(


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