Friday 27 April 2012

my favourite word

I tend to swear a little, well OK maybe more than a little.  I pepper my conversations with my favourite swear word which is the word fuck. I used it to describe my daily life quite emphatically.  I live in my own little adult world and usually forget that I should watch my language when there are children around.  A couple of weekends ago I described something and used my favourite word in front of my 10 year old niece.  The surprised expression on her face took a bit of time to register with me and when the light bulb moment came, it was quite a shock  to realise that I had used a very bad word in front of a child!
My younger sister swears alot as well but her use of swear words has become an art form in the use of colourful descriptive language.
As my sons are adults now, I do also use my favourite word when I am around them, I figure that they know I use the word so why bother trying to hide the fact.  Son no 1 uses it in his conversations with me but son no 2 is still a little wary of using it in our conversations.
I have tried to be ladylike and not use the word so much and if I consciously try, I do manage to keep a civil tongue.  Get me annoyed and unfortunately the word seems to have a life of its own. 
There are a few swear words I don't like or use, like the C word.  I really don't like that word.  In one of Jeremy Clarkson's books he mentioned something about his wife inventing a hybrid of sorts with the C word and the word bastard.  Custard is a nice word as no one will know you are swearing at them.  But then that's the whole point of swearing I think, to make sure the other person knows you are displeased and that's why those nasty words come out!
My Dad used to swear alot and of course as kids we were forbidden to swear and were told off if we used the word "damn" even!   Dad would happily swear if he was on the phone or in any conversations with his friends, and if were were in earshot, he would turn to us and say " Don't use that word its bad!"  Oh the thrill of using the words and knowing we were doing something wrong.

maybe I can add to my bucket list - learn how to say Fuck in 10 different languages............

blind date

I went on a blind date last night.  Its a bit scary, not knowing who he is or what he looks like.  All I knew was that he was older than me, American and had lived in Singapore for the last 7 years.
I got to the restaurant early, ordered my wine and waited.

Now the annoying thing about mobile phones is the fact that those darn phones all have cameras.  There was a couple sitting close by, busy taking pictures of each other, the food and the woman was also taking pictures of herself, with flash, in a dimly lit restaurant.  not once, not twice, but quite a few times.  It was annoying.  Anyway I digress, back to waiting for my blind date.
it was past 7.30 and he still hadn't arrived and I did panic a little as I have never been stood up before!  I checked my friends text on the date and restaurant that he chosen and thought, well I got all that right so where was he!  He finally arrived 10 minutes late. 
 
If any men read this do take note on what not to do on a first dinner date.
1.  Don't be late for a first date
2.  Don't assume we want you to order for us.  Ask us if we mind!
3.  Don't assume we don't want another drink, if you order yourself a drink, ask us if we would like our drinks refreshed!
4.  Don't tell us what we should or should not eat, ask if we have preferences or dietary restrictions.... don't assume!
5.  If you haven't had fun, or if you don't like us, too bad, we want dessert, be polite and ask if we would like dessert!  Seriously, if we didn't have fun, we wouldn't order dessert but at least give us an option!

Back to the date
He was pleasant enough looking, he didn't look his age (60 if I was informed correctly) which to me was funny as he told me twice that I looked very young and it wasn't a compliment the way he said it. 
I obviously didn't impress him much as he seemed to be in a hurry to end the date, hence the no dessert! Perhaps I didn't treat him as a potential.  Perhaps I subconsciously didn't  treat our dinner as a date.
Maybe its too soon to try dating again.......


Wednesday 25 April 2012

bucket list

After the movie came out everyone started making lists about what they wanted to do before they kicked it.  I too made a list but I was asked what if I didnt achieve any of the things I put on the list,  would I be utterly devastated that I didnt achieve those things.  I had to think really hard about that, as none of the things on my list would have made me miserable and devastated if I didnt achieve it.  So I have been thinking, yes I do think sometimes and not just jump in head first and damn the consequences.  But back to the thinking......
What would be on my bucket list that would make a difference to my life.  I have put down a few things I want to achieve before I go and I am sure I will update this as I get older and wiser (am still waiting to get wiser!)

1.  Learn how to drive - this is one thing I know will change my life, to feel free, to be able to get into a car and just drive to where I want to go without planning the bus/train routes.

2.  To love unconditionally and be loved back - this is not a tangible object to covet  but its important to me to have a partner in life.  funny addition to a bucket list as its supposed to be things I want to do before I die but as I get older I realise that being single isnt all it is cut out to be. 

3.  To climb mount kinabalu or something similar.  I am asthmatic and the higher I go the harder it is for me to breathe so this would be like a test. 


For now those are the three things I have on my list.  The list could get longer, it could get shorter, who knows.

Tuesday 24 April 2012

women.....utterly complicated beings

Its easy to give advice when you aren't involved in the situation.  That's why they always advocate that you get someone neutral and not involved to talk to when you are in trouble, or just need some sensible advice.  However good the advice is does one actually take that advice?  Or like me do you listen but never actually take the advice because you know deep down that perhaps it makes sense but I need to go rant and rave and do all the wrong things because I am hurting.
All the advice columns and the relationship gurus say that when you break up, women want answers and we shouldn't write to the man wanting an explanation, or even write to him to give him a piece of your mind.  It doesn't make men think they say, it only makes them thankful that the relation ship is over.  But we want to give them a piece of our mind, we want to ask why, we want to know what happened, we want to analyse and try to figure it out. we want to probe into the depths of his mind to know what he is thinking about everything. 

Why do we do it.  Is it too simple for us to know that he just isn't that into you, that's why the relationship failed?  Is it too simple for us to fathom that he just isn't bothered with the whole relationship part and just wants it to remain as it was.  Is it too simple for us to let it remain as it was.  Why the hell cant we just be as simple as it should be!  Why the hell were we created so complicated that we run the risk of alienating the very person we want to bring closer. 
We cant just let it be, and for me, I think its because we fall in love and we want to be with this one person forever.  Alot of us want the marriage and the wedding to prove to the world that this one man is mine all mine.  I don't want the marriage, been there done that and a piece of paper or a whole ceremony doesn't tell me or the world that the man is mine.  I do however want a man to want to make some sort of commitment to me, to share my life with me.  That's the hard part I guess, compromising and trusting and trying to get both sides to do that.  Do I walk away from something and someone I adore and start afresh or do I stay and nurture it and accept that I will be the one doing most of the compromising.......

Monday 23 April 2012

its all about appearances

I am not a very vain person.  I try to get away with the minimum amount of make up, not because I love my skin and want it to breathe, but just because I don't know how to use it.  I slap on moisturiser and lipstick and sometimes attempt to use an eye pencil and I am done. On rare occasions when its a fancy dinner or someones wedding dinner, then only does the pot of foundation come out.  I do attempt to smudge on some eyeshadow but invariably I have to rub it off as I have no idea what I am doing!  Make up never held any fascination for me,  I have no idea what a concealer is and mascara I can't use as  I have to deal with black streaks it leaves behind on my glasses.  I am hopeless. 
Its the same for my hair.  It used to be wash and wear, no fuss.  I however have to wash my hair everyday as it gets greasy very fast.  As my hair grew longer it was harder to manage but I had let my hair grow out some time back for a few reasons, one of them being that my sons used to hate me with my hair cut so short, that they called me a scary feminist ( and I am being polite here).
With the longer hair, I had to be a bit more diligent on the appearance front and actually had to blow dry it to some semblance of order before I went to work.
Forget style and elegance, with my hair it was about finding someone who knew how to cut Indian hair, and yes it makes a difference.  Chinese hair is straight and heavy, Indian hair generally is wavy and has body and bounce.  hairdressers can and have butchered my locks just because they didn't know what to do with my hair.
Once I found that my mums old hairdressers knew what to do with my hair, I stuck to them.  Its an old hair salon in the old neighbourhood I grew up in, and it hasn't changed.  It is run by a lovely woman, Grace and her sisters. They are all older now but still give the best hair wash ever.  I sat there on Saturday morning in their old plastic chairs having my head massaged and shampooed.  The headache I had, had disappeared (the Gin & Tonics the night before were to blame for the headache)  I did apologise a couple to times to  "Auntie" (in Singapore we call any woman older than us Auntie, and any older man Uncle, as a sign of respect) about my hair being so thick as it was a struggle to shampoo and wash my hair. 
Women like to change things, I don't know if its a nesting thing or just change makes us feel better, but we change out hair, our wardrobes and even the way our home looks often.  I have already embarked on some changes on the home front and I also decided that I had had enough of the very long hair.  I chopped it off.
Not too short though, just long enough to feel feminine and short enough to make it a change

Friday 20 April 2012

on the brink of adulthood

I am  6 months and a few days shy of my 50th birthday.  Time to reflect on decades past.  I left my husband in 1995, when I was 33.  I think back to the girl I was then and the woman I am now.  A very different person for sure, I am more confident and sensible.  But then I was always sensible but mature,  I don't know if I have matured.  I seem to slip back into being a stupid silly girl sometimes, but that's only sometimes!
The thirties were turbulent as I was thrust into taking control and having to be both provider and nurturer in the family.  It was hard work.  My forties was where I established my set of rules and tried to live by them as I discovered just what I was capable of, its when I became a woman.  So I guess my fifties would be when I step into my adulthood and enjoy who I am.
 I certainly have changed from the girl that I was to the woman I am now but I don't want to change too much.  My marriage and divorce has screwed me up and I am trying very hard now to unscrew the damage that's been done.  Damage to how I deal with relationships and my expectations of them as well.  My expectations of what a relationship is supposed to be and my expectations of how its supposed to be.  I am still learning and changing but changing for the better ( I hope!)
I don't want to lose my uniqueness though, cos I know I am unique, and no am not blowing my own trumpet here but this is all part of growing up, realising what you bring to the table.
So the next decade is the decade where I embrace my uniqueness and maintain it, developing it further and making people believe that its still there!

Thursday 19 April 2012

my family

feeling nostalgic today.  1987, mums 50th birthday

picture frames

I like taking pictures, framing the shots in my mind , hoping to capture every fascinating thing  I see and find interesting.  I dont have a fancy DSLR camera, just a normal digital one but it does the job.   I take pictures of  anything that catches my eye like this alley in Melbourne.
Sagrada familia
an alley in Melbourne


I found Barcelona fascinating, I loved the old quarter and the cobbled narrow streets with balconies everywhere.  We did an event there I was was fortunate enough to be on the team that sold the concept and idea to our clients which gave me the opportunity to go there as well.  The food, the people,


although a beggar did throw stones at me when I didn't give him anything, but apart from that the whole experience in Barcelona was fabulous.

Rotorua
view from hotel queenstown

I was lucky that I had a job that let me go to these wonderful places.  I traveled to Houston once with a small group of men, for a tour of a plant in September 2008.  That was interesting, not because we did a day trip to Mission control but perhaps because of the hurricane that hit Galveston and Houston.  We made it out by the skin of our teeth.  Mauritius in 2005, then there was Queenstown and Rotorua.  Hawaii was beautiful and I hope to go there again as son no 1 is still there.  Hawaii was not for work though, it was to see son no 1 graduate!


Angkor Wat
Hawaii
Hanoi, Siem Reap Ho Chi Minh, Phuket, Bangkok, Bali, Chiang Mai, Shanghai, Port Douglas, Manila, India, all places I have been to because of my job.  I am lucky and only when we sit and reflect do we actually realise that yes I was indeed lucky.  Only down side of traveling for work is that I got used to 5 star hotels and service and when I go on holiday I cant afford the premier service we got when doing events.

Its in our blood I guess, traveling.  Since we were little we used to fly to India for holidays and London and Sydney.  With Dad being a pilot we got free tickets each year and we used them, to go to places and see things.  India was popular because Dad  wanted us to go see where we came from.  We loved it, the cold winters, no heating, running around the wheat fields, chewing and sucking on sugar cane straight from the fields, taking a dump in a cemetery, honest,  we didn't know it at that time it was a cemetery, with  no flush toilets in the village we thought we were very lucky to find this secluded spot to take a dump!

To top it off we traveled first class as Dad was in management with the airline.  We were treated special, we behaved ourselves and were never naughty or noisy up in first class.  We ate caviar and as we got older, were even allowed a sip of vodka from Mum.
I am planning my end of year trip now, the trip to mark my half century on this planet, Paris, Rome, Florence and perhaps Naples and Pompeii  and my camera will be working overtime.  I will be taking notes too about the cities and what I will find there.

pets

We always had pets, growing up, mostly dogs.  My younger sister and I found a cat once, we must have been about 6 and 3, and we adopted it and gave it a very strange name which honestly I have no idea how to spell so wont be able to reveal the name here.  We loved that little black cat, but one day we were told that she had run away.  Yeah right, seems my baby brother was allergic and Mum had given her away.  We were heart broken but as kids are reslilient we bounced back pretty quickly.
After that there were the usual dogs but never any more cats, until we got married and moved away.  My sister went to the UK and married and settled there, and she got her cats.  I didn't as the ex was more a dog person, so we had dogs.  Once I was on my own with the boys, we got cats.  well actually the cats found us.
Pushka followed us home and Tubby we adopted from the vet.  They came to us when they were little kittens and when we needed a focus.  Something to focus on instead of the pain of divorce (it was a very painful divorce) and all the mess we were in.  Pushka died last year from a form of cancer, we did try to save him with surgery but the cancer came back very aggressively and we couldn't help him anymore.
Tubby
Tubby is still around, annoying the shit out of me as she wants to be fed everyday at 4am.  She will meow in front of my door till I get up and feed her, and two hours later she will meow again for food!  Its reached a point where I am suffering from sleep deprivation as she keeps me awake with her incessant meowing.
I know she will pass on soon, it is getting harder for her to climb up onto the sofa, just this morning her old legs gave way as she tried to pull herself up onto the sofa, and she was hanging precariously by her claws until I picked her up.  In human years she is 79 years old, a grand old lady.  Well a senile grand old lady if it is possible for cats to be senile!
One wonders who the master is at times, are pets masters as we seem to be running around after them rather than the other way round. 
Will we get any more pets after she is gone, I am not so sure.  It takes patience, commitment and time to love and care for your pets and I seem to be getting a little selfish these days.

Wednesday 18 April 2012

dad

Tomorrow will be 19 years.  19 years since Dad died.  I still miss him.
I got closer to him the year before he died as we moved to Singapore from Malaysia to make it easier for both my kids to go to school .  We  didn't want both the kids to be going through the daily run on the causeway shuttling between Singapore and Johor, just to attend school.
I also started work, we had our own employment agency, and I managed it for the ex.  So we stayed with Mum and Dad for a year.
My sons would go to school and come home everyday to find my dad waiting for them for lunch.  He would torture them, like all granddads would do, by making them eat all their vegetables.  I came home one day from work to find son no 1 sitting outside sulking.  He hadn't eaten his tomatoes at lunch, so he was told to sit outside as punishment till he ate them.  he didn't eat them and finally Dad relented and let him back in!
They did get on though, my boys adored him.  He would watch football with them, the Euro cup in 92', and they (son no 1 and dad) would go out late at night to go eat supper at the 24 hours prata place close by.  Or the time they all wanted to sleep in the verandah, all three of them with mattresses lying outside with the mosquitoes.
Dad was already very ill then, we knew that he was dying and he spent alot of time in hospital as well.  By January of 1993, he was given a few months to live, he didn't tell us, his doctor didn't tell us.  We only figured it out in March when his condition worsened.  Apart from the stress of  my ex stirring up shit within my family about inheritance, we had to deal with finally coming to terms with the fact that dad was dying, he really was going to go.  He slipped into a coma on Saturday 17th April and in the early hours of 19th April,  he died.  My brother, my older sister, her husband, my cousin, dads younger brother, me, my ex, we all stayed in the room on the 18th night as the doctor had said that it was close to the end.  We watched the monitors, the heart rate slowly dropping, lower and lower it went, and finally flat lined.  Dad already had signed  a DNR, so the nurses came in and let us say goodbye before ushering us out to remove all the tubes.
We cremated dad the same day in the afternoon at Mount Vernon crematorium.  Dad had wanted a simple funeral, no fuss, he didn't want his body to be taken home for people to mourn him.  
I didn't cry, I was in shock I guess.  I took over the kitchen, Punjabi's have 10 days of prayer at home when someone dies, and we have to feed people everyday till we finally end the prayers in the temple.  So I took over the planning of the meals and cooking, making tea (masala tea by the bucket loads) and making sure everyone was fed.  I couldn't break down and cry or fall apart as someone had to handle the kitchen as my older sister was handling Mum and all the other arrangements. 

He wasn't the best dad in the world, he made a whole lot of mistakes but he was my dad and I miss him.... alot.


Sunday 15 April 2012

rediscovering charlotte bronte

I was out and about in town on Saturday and at one of the shopping centres there was a book sale.  I cant resist any book sales, so I dived in to go find bargains.  And I did find some.
I am reading Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre again.
Books should be read more than once.  I discover new things between the pages of old friends, old books that I loved and read a long time ago, and sadly forgotten.  Nothing beats snuggling up in bed, turning the pages and devouring the beautiful prose of a gifted storyteller.
well am off to bed, not to sleep this time, but to indulge in my favourite from of escapism.....

Friday 13 April 2012

when did i lose my dignity

I have been behaving like a spoilt child and that is not me, I am not the bratty, indulgent, pouting, always have to have my way kind of woman.  I pride myself on always keeping my dignity and maturity intact in all situations.  This last week has been different. I have been crabby, mean, hateful and all because he didn't want a relationship.  I know most women will say, its OK to sulk and pout and hurt him as I am hurting.   But that is not who I am.  So I will  salvage what is left of my dignity and try my best to move on with as little fuss. 
As I am constantly reminded by good friends, I am a beautiful, sexy smart woman and any man would be lucky to call me his.......now I only have to go find that man!

when it rains it pours

Its been raining often this whole week, thunderstorms and lots of rain.
I got home from work on Wednesday and saw a damp patch on my bed and when I looked up at the ceiling, there it was,  damp and two droplets of water hovering precariously waiting to fall.
My home is the topmost flat in the building and this has happened before, about 15 years ago when we first moved in, since then its been pretty good, until now.  after everything these last couple of months have thrown at me I now have a leaky ceiling and cracks by the window.........
So what else will the Gods throw at me I wonder.....all I know is that they must really be having a good laugh at my expense!

Wednesday 11 April 2012

the mission resurrected

He used to say that I behaved like I was on a mission to find a man.  Its not just about finding a man, its about finding love.  Its about having someone to come home to.  Someone to hold and someone to hold me. Its about sharing my life with someone and sharing someones life.  Its about love, friendship, lust, companionship, compromises, intimacy, passion, fights, the good , the bad, warts and all!!  I want the whole package!
At my age one would think I would have found it by now, I thought I had but obviously it takes two to tango, and a tango by myself wasn't going to work!
How do I get off this pattern of looking in the wrong places.  How do I stop attracting all the wrong sorts.  What is the right sort!  Well for one thing the right sort has to be someone who is ready and willing to share it all!  A line comes to mind "  if a relationship has to be secret, you shouldn't be in it!"   And yes it was a relationship, it was committed, exclusive, just all on his terms.  I do shake my head and think I was a dumb ass, but at least I have realised it.  My son did ask me if I would prefer to be unhappy and with him or unhappy and without him.  I said unhappy and without because I didn't want my unhappiness to develop into bitterness, which is where it would have ended. 
Anyway....
If anyone out there knows of any single, decent, well adjusted 50 something year old reasonably good looking men  (yes am a little shallow and now think I should date older men.  I have had enough of the younger men!)  let me know. 


the gluten free experiment

It isn't working. Its been harder than I thought it would be.  When I was just strict with what I ate, it was easier to control the carbs.  Now with specifics in mind I seem to crave the gluten all that more....Hmm must be the old saying of "you always want what you cant have"
Maybe I should just go back to limiting carbs and try my best to stay away from gluten, rather than try to enforce a no gluten rule.  After all I was never good at being told what to do!

my head is a crowded place

Which makes writing this blog good for me.  If I didn't have an outlet like this, I would probably explode or end up in some mental institution.  I have wondered what it would be like to go mad.  To lose oneself within the confines of ones mind.  To never to be able to interact with others, to never to be able to make them understand what you are trying to say.  People never listen anyway, whether you are sane or happily tucked away in your own mind.  I wonder if they are happier than us sometimes, the poor lost souls who have difficulty dealing with reality.  Are they happier not having to deal with reality, not having to confine their actions to the norm.  It must be frustrating though, not having people understand what you feel or what you are trying to say.  It happens to us as well, doesn't it.  that beautiful song from Simon & Garfunkle says it all, "people hearing without listening"  Isn't that what we all do.  I am guilty of it too.  Often I have Mum on the phone with me and I don't listen to what she is saying and when I realise that I wasn't listening, I feel awful.  But I still do it!
But back to my head
Its crowded with words spilling out of me, words that sometimes don't make sense, words that sometimes I wish I had the guts to say out loud.  But don't. I try hard to squash those words, to tell them to stop as its too fast, its too complex.  It needs to slow down so that I can adjust and face reality sometimes, but they don't stop, the words keep coming, making me sit up and take notice and sometimes I have to sit still and let the words go round and round in my head, getting louder........ sometimes I go all quiet on the outside, as in my head, I am  screaming but no one seems to hear.



Tuesday 10 April 2012

the big drain

I walk past a big storm drain every morning on my way from the bus stop to the office.  It is  muddy after a heavy downpour with water gushing through, or its dirty and smelly and someones idea of a dustbin. 
But every few weeks or so flowers grow on the side.  There are men that come and slash away at the grass verge and the edges of the drain to  flatten anything that dares grow taller than a few inches.  but between the vicious sessions of blade through grass, the flowers appear almost in defiance.......

Monday 9 April 2012

love, intimacy and so much more

Its all tied in my opinion, Love, intimacy ,friendship and wanting to share a life.  You cant have love without that.  Seems I am wrong.  Seems intimacy and friendship aren't about love at all.  Seems love is all about who is in control of whom.
Well I say different and I guess I want a man who believes that sharing a life and love isn't about control or giving in. Its about mutual respect and learning that two people can love and be intimate and share a friendship and actually don't have to give up their independence and  their individuality.  I thought I had found that in him.  I thought he had understood that in a way we were kindred spirits and that independence and individuality were important to me too.  I guess I was wrong. 

my shower

Its finally fixed, and I had to do it myself eventually.  The main man, the head honcho of the handyman services came down on Friday afternoon and stood in my bathroom staring at the water dripping off the shower and declared it "ok what".  He gave me the full spiel of how water pressure and living in high rise affect the outflow and how manufacturers add water saving devices on the shower heads and the fact that I was living on the top floor, the excuses were endless.  I let him go on, then told him to turn around and turn on the tap at the sink, as the water gushed out in full force I told him that I had no problem with water pressure or the fact that I lived on the top floor of the building!  So head honcho man said he didnt know what to do.  I ended up going to a small hardware store and buying a cheap shower head and replaced the one his plumber had put there.
It cost me $8.50 and after endless delays and nonsense by men that had the audacity to think I was just another dumb female, I have my shower back to being glorious!

Friday 6 April 2012

so where did it all go wrong

Maybe it just wasn't right in the first place.  I tried my best with the attempt of a relationship.  It started off as occasionally seeing each other, it was enough in the beginning.  I hoped in vain I guess that he would want more and not expect me to do all the compromising. I even tried to tell myself that yes I could keep it as just see him occasionally and not have a more 'normal' type of a relationship, because I wanted him that much.
But compromise works both ways, it was no use me compromising on all that I wanted and he not budging.
I guess he just didn't want it or me enough to make any compromises.  Hard lesson to learn but learn I will from this.
Back to the drawing board I guess, or should I say its time to dive headlong  into the murky depths of dating again..... 
Where or how I will meet men, I don't know, I don't know where to begin again. There has got to be a better way to meet eligible, decent, well adjusted men....  no no I will not let bitterness creep in and wonder if  a decent well adjusted male is an urban myth....
Deep down I will wonder what he is doing and if I could ever be friends again with him because we once were, and wonder if he will think of me and regret that he did let me go.


Wednesday 4 April 2012

realigning the stars

I am into the astrology crap about stars and planets and when you are born and how things affect you.  I know more women believe all this hocus pocus and men think its all nonsense.
somehow these last few months, my stars have indicated that it is going to be a tough time for me, with relationships, with family, with general things.
After having gone through the last couple of months, I believe it more!
First it was the tailor, with my salwar kameez (Punjabi suits)  which didn't fit properly and still don't!
then it was the plumber and handy man, and he still hasn't got my shower right.
then it was my brother in hospital
then it was the attempt of a relationship, which is, I don't know where right now.
There is a line in one of the songs by the late Amy Winehouse, " and laughed at by the Gods"
Right now I feel that they are up there, snickering away at me!
The bright side is that this isn't going to last, the stars say its going to get better by the middle of April........does that mean I will have to go through another couple of weeks of frustrations and holdups and not have everything go smoothly.  Will I be able to take anymore I wonder.
All I know is that I would like to stretch my arms, grab those fucking stars and realign them,  NOW!


Monday 2 April 2012

what is it about plumbing and me

I did find a new handyman and so far, his guys have fixed all of the problems I had.........well almost
On Saturday the plumber came and replaced the water heater (that was what was causing all the humming sounds) and the leaky taps ( seems its called a mixer). First he put in a different type of mixer, with an additional spout....I didn't ask for that and my mistake was not telling him I didn't want it straight away.  then the shower..... if one can call the trickle of water coming out of that a shower, somehow after he fixed a new shower head, the water slowed to a trickle.  Well he came back to check it out and said he would have to change the shower for me, and as I work, this could only be done on the coming Saturday.  
 This morning I had to wash my hair, it was frustrating beyond words trying to get the shampoo then conditioner out of my extremely thick hair!  I was close to tears and very close to smashing the shower head on the floor!  There was no way in hell that I would be able to last a week of having a shower with trickling water.  So this morning I told the handyman that I would take a day off to get it fixed and we have arranged for the plumber to come change the things tomorrow afternoon......and he wanted to charge me extra for a new shower and mixer..........seems that the particular shower cant be returned....... and its my problem,  how??
Did he actually expect me to say yes OK, I will pay extra??
Its been probably 7 weeks of crap from  these plumbers and electricians with my leaky taps and faulty heaters and I am at the end of my tether.  Will I finally get my shower fixed ........................