[sigh]
Denis had recovered enough from his cataract op to come 'round and fit the router cable so Ken can have online access. Ken and I had discussed where it was to go: Denis wanted it on the near end of the radiator in the room, so it would look tidier and mean not having cabling all over the place (like that's a problem, it is anyway), but I'd insisted it had to go through the floor at the far end of the radiator so it avoided all the pipes and cables at the other end. Ken and I had
agreed this. It's safer than having holes drilled further back towards the main body of the house, as we know this place has wiring and plumbing all over the damn shop. So you can imagine my horror when the drill starts, and sounds... wrong... to me, and I realise it's coming through at the wrong end of the radiator, and before I can scream up the stairs to Ken and Denis to
stop the drill-bit's through the ceiling in my room - and cuts through the house alarm cable.
[snarl]
... can we say bloody furious?
It took the pair of them all bloody day to repair the (6-core) cable - yes, it works fine now, I ran through the full alarm setup to be certain - but instead of the nice neat cabling I
would have had if it had been done as I
wanted, I now have a bloody great junction box on the wall below where all the paint's been stripped off because of course, there wasn't enough slack to join the cut ends of the alarm cable, so the original, tidy wiring had to be slackened before the job could be done. Which involved pulling it all off the wall, along with the paint.
Worst of it is I can't even vent properly. Ken feels dreadful about it - he simply forgot what I'd said, and given how badly the courses of medications for the Hep C have screwed up his memory I fully believe him. Which makes it partially my fault, because I
knew that and should have checked what they were doing before letting them start.
So I'm a very pissed off old trout tonight. The only bright spot is that my room is the last one that needs decorating, and I'd planned to do that in the New Year, so at least I won't have to live with the bloody mess for too long.
But Ken now has internet access upstairs, so won't have to keep interrupting me. And he's going to download his own ICQ, so I can shout at him online instead of having to yell up the stairs (when, for example, he gets a phone call, since the upstairs phone doesn't actually ring - there's a loose connection somewhere in the cabling between here and there. You can hear and be heard OK, you just can't tell if its ringing unless/until the answerphone cuts in.)
Needless to say I got buggerall done today...
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
pontificated this at 10:49 pm
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