Got my floor plastered!

Wall is finally plastered... and so is my floor. NOT happy. Look at how it was left... pictures don't show quite the extent...

Needless to say, I'm not happy!

They be back again

I didn't get up. I let Robbie deal with them for a change (He never usually does, all landlord/agents/contractors etc is my job, cus he's at work usually tbf) cus I feel really rough today... shows really considering how much noise they're making. They've covered my floor in shit all over again despite me cleaning it all up last night. Mum said I should have took pictures as they made no attempt to clean up after themselves....

Lets see how today goes!

He's home!

Okay, things are looking up a wee bit. They let grandad come home the night before last, although he's really sore and black and blue but he's home and more comfortable instead. Although the district nurse and nutritionist and carer all have to come out.

Landlord and contractor were here today. If you've seen my twitter or facebook, you know I'm not too happy about the whole ordeal. They left at TEN TO FOUR with my lounge in a mess, unusable and shit trailed through the entire place with not a single attempt to clean it up. They didn't even bring the mugs back or leave them in the kitchen sink or anything even though I went out of my way to make them tea and be nice. And then they also had the cheek to charge their big ass radio.. which they didn't use, and is the only thing they really took with them. :| Err... not happy. He put the dirty thing on my nice sete cushions so I had a go at him for doing so, contractor offered to move it but I said I already did. I also switched of the radio at the wall. Wasn't being used and they didn't bother asking if it was okay. I'd barely sat back down in the bedroom (as we also can't use the office because of everything rammed in there) and the landlord went and switched it back on! Didn't confront me either. Rude much? They didn't even use it!

Astounded at the mess they left the place in. The amount of shit they trailed in was unbelievable. They made no effort to clean it and to boot, the carpet in the office they were in and out of is cheap as fuck, err, who they expecting to clean/replace it? Not me I hope. If they do the same tomorrow, going to take photos and such. Can't believe the state they left the lounge in. :/ And can't believe they just upped and left. They did 2 hours of work really and that is it. Thank goodness I'm not having to pay for it... with money at least.

We HAVE to have a take away tonight, we don't really have much of a kitchen to make food in now... Least I can curl up with bear with some good noms and tele I guess! Shame I can't use half the frigging rooms in the flat we pay for!

Okayy

So the operation on my grandad went pretty shitty, they couldn't do a thing, and then they had to rush him in to surgery again because his stomach filled with blood and fluid. Yum. But he's much better today. Still in pain but off of the morphine and much more chipper. Good. :)

Also, I won  Mock The Week - Funniest Book Of All Time* and it turned up in the post today!

Already have read almost the entire thing, just a few pages with how I'm feeling at the moment were just kind of tl;dr. Also have our big tree up now. A tad under decorated but still kinda pretty. Blue and Pink baubles for the most part with a few other snazzies including a couple of special decorations.

At the moment, we're entirely living in our bedroom because of how the flat currently is. The landlord is now coming to dry wall the lounges one wall on Friday, not Saturday so we have to have the place sorted out a little sooner than thought. Still, would be great if the place was sorted for Christmas!

I'm debating selling some stuff on eBay too, but I'm unsure as of yet... I have a LOT of books, especially Manga at my parents that needs a new home. A few hundred quids worth and we're pretty skint. Not a penny to spare after Christmas shopping really. I used all of my savings on Christmas. I have £100 left. Our tenancy renewal is going to cost us £125 (wtf!) huzzah! All good fun I guess.

That's that then

The bloke from the Estate Agents came round. He's insistent we claim on our insurance. By the amount they'll crank up our premiums, it's not really worth it. He couldn't wait to get out of here and bloody hell he talked to quickly. He was like "you really don't like the place do you" I said it's not that, I like it, it's spacious, it's ours, and we made it homely but with my bad health, you know if it's going to get sorted, I want it done properly. He said yes the bathroom needs re-doing from scratch, and commented on how shiny our bath tub was (lol cleaned it before he got there) though it is always cleaned. Commented on all of the nail polish I got out of it and the incredibly clogged drain when we moved in. Contrary to what it seems, I do like this place, it's our home, it's a nice neighborhood, but there are just so many problems accompanying it and I have so much stress going on already, I really do not need it. I think I'm on the verge of a breakdown tbh.

Here is some fabulousness to lighten the mood.

Bleh

Poorly, yet again. I feel horrific.
On the upside, bloke from the Estate Agents will be coming around today. I will be showing him lovely things such as these;

That wall is wet to the touch, but the landlord doesn't want to fix it.

He wants us to claim this stuff on our insurance when it's down to his negligence. Why should we have to pay higher premiums because he couldn't do a proper job?

On the upside, my grandad is out of surgery, so he survived, not sure what actually happened on that table yet though. Waiting for my nanny to talk to the surgeon and find out what they did as there were numerous possible outcomes of the surgery.

Fingers crossed on all points, eh.

This is a proper post.

Bleh. So I had a panic attack, now I'm really nauseous, my stomach ache has gotten worse and I'm feeling rather paranoid. Not cool. Recent events probably don't help though.

So, a long time ago, on twitter, I mentioned about my poor grandpa. Today sort of decides the rest of his life I guess. He's having an operation today, they might be able to sort his stomach, if they do, theres no guarantee it'll stay or solve the problem, they might not be able to because of previous operations on his stomach and so much scar tissue. If that is the case, they're going to have to insert a permanent feeding tube through in to his stomach/small bowel. (He currently has to be tube fed in to his stomach as his stomach has rotate and twisted and causes him to vomit up all of his food) He probably doesn't have long left. That's not just me being negative. He has non-hodgkin lymphoma too. Okay, the rate with it isn't too bad, but all of this is really taking its toll on him. He's bloody strong, my grandad is, he's a right fighter. He's one of the strongest people I know and I'm so proud of him. I just wish he didn't have to keep suffering. So nervous for his time on the table today.

On twitter, you may have seen my recent ranting in regards to my landlord and the mould situation in the flat. He doesn't want to sort it properly, he seems determined to do a cods-job. Well last night I discovered lots of delightful green furry mould on some of my partner and I's possessions. I got furious, naturally, because I didn't realise just how much it was ruining our stuff. I called the estate agents today and requested that somebody come out, they're coming out tomorrow afternoon. I really want this sorted properly. I like this place, it's our home, and it's getting destroyed just because he can't pull his finger out! I've documented since the landlord came round on Monday and have taken some pictures of the mould coming through, the wet wall and our destroyed things, and yet we can't throw them out if an insurance claim is made. It should be made on the landlords, not ours, because it's damage from the property and not our fault, why should OUR premiums get increased? I'm not sure it's worth it though. But this place is clearly unfit to live in, it's making me really ill. :/

Not to mention my brother and dad acting rather pathetic. Huzzah!