Yesterday, mid-morning, I eventually got a phone call from the rental agency, after I'd phoned earlier in the morning and said that if something drastic wasn't done regarding the flooded kitchen and the non-installation of the washing machine, to be told that 'someone would be coming at 6 p.m.' I wasn't going to hold my breath as regards things being repaired, and, as it turned out, I was right, because as 6 p.m. rolled round and by five-past nobody had arrived, I was still believing that nobody would, when I looked out of the window to see Carol chatting to our beloved landlord. I was expecting the plumber who had come out earlier in the week, and when he told me he was expecting the young man who'd caused the problems in the first place, my heart sank (as I think it did with Carol, also.) He eventually arrived, so I decided to remain in the lounge watching television as I was quite prepared to say something about the mess that had been caused.
They went off to the D.I.Y. store, most likely B and Q or Homebase, who both have warehouse stores within a short distance of here, with Carol and I in total disbelief. They had really got no idea what they were doing, or were about to do. Neither had any genuine experience of plumbing, so goodness knows what mess they are going to make. We were somehow imagined that we were going to have the plumber who came during the week to look at the situation, or at least another plumber who knew what he was doing. But, no. Just our beloved landlord too mean to spend out on a plumber and get the job done properly.
I expected them to come back with a load of bits and pieces of pipe, to replace what had been damaged. They told us that we couldn't touch the water supply to the house outside in the street, that Anglia Water would need to come and check out the supply and then turn it off (and charge some excessive amount to do so, apparently, but I can't see why. Just another ploy to make money.) The landlord and his 'assistant' had no idea about any of this and were, I assume, given this advice by staff at the D.I.Y. store. The Landlord then said he'd phone Anglia Water, which he did, and rang later to tell me that Anglia Water would send someone out today (Friday) to give their advice as to turning off the water so that work could be done on the repair in the kitchen. And none of this can be done until Monday, so we'll be without the washing-machine for another couple of days, with the water dripping and the task of us having to empty buckets, bowls etc every couple of hours. This is gradually turning into one of those comedys, starring such people as Michael Crawford or Norman Wisdom. Yes, certainly my thoughts tht 'Some Mother's Do 'Ave 'Em'!