Monday, January 2, 2023
The Missed Call
I know you were wondering what's become of our plumbing problems while I'm out walking around London. The answer is -- nothing! The kitchen is still out of service despite my best efforts to get anyone to pay attention.
I called British Gas back yesterday morning and they agreed to send an "engineer" that day. Then, around 12:30 p.m., I missed a call because I accidentally had my phone set on silent mode. This proved to the be CRUCIAL MOMENT upon which the entire day pivoted. When I noticed the missed call about half an hour later, I called back and left a message saying, "If this is the plumber, I'm home!"
I heard nothing all afternoon. Finally, around 5 p.m. -- British Gas promised the engineer would be here by 6 -- I called that mystery number again. "Oh, I tried to call you but no one answered so I didn't come," the engineer said. He said because it's not an emergency we'd have to wait until Wednesday anyway, because today and tomorrow are bank holidays and they're only responding to emergency calls.
Not to sound too entitled, but I wish people would stop telling me my clogged kitchen sink and inability to use our laundry machine or dishwasher is NOT an emergency.
I'm going to call back this morning and see if I can persuade them to come out today. Meanwhile, I'm doing dishes by hand in a basin and pouring the water down the bathroom sink. It's like being in the Peace Corps all over again.
I walked Olga yesterday morning and encountered this Christmas tree, abandoned peculiarly in the middle of the sidewalk. I bet it stays there three weeks, at least.
That was on our morning walk around the neighborhood. I also took her on an afternoon outing to the cemetery. (Which is where I was when I missed the call from the engineer.)
Dave tried to make me feel better last night by cooking up a last-minute trip to Paris, bless him. He figured we could hop on the Eurostar (which is still running despite the train strikes that have screwed up domestic public transport over the holidays, including all this week) and stay a couple of nights. But we have nowhere to leave the dog, and as I told him, I think that's more escape than I need at such short notice. It might actually add to my stress rather than detract from it. I just have to get out and about in London and get my mind off this flat. So that's my goal for at least a few more days this week.
I've also been meaning to clear some ivy in the garden, so maybe I'll get out and do that. Always a fun job. (That's gardening sarcasm.)
Onward and upward, as erstwhile fellow blogger Reya used to say. Onward and upward!