Roll up, roll up. Sit in a comfy patio chair and help yourself to tea and scones. Due to political divides, it's deconstructed, so you can choose if jam or cream goes first. Gluten free scones are also available.
This is a place to whinge. Get it all off your chest.
Feedback and constructive advice is not necessary, but if you would like it, feel free to ask.
I will begin.
I don't want any advice because I rent and I am very limited with the number of f**ks I can be bothered to give in my rental after so many problems; it's a Tesco value house dressed up as a very fancy new farmhouse and it never ceases to go wrong.
Can't remember the last time I tried Tesco Value, so don't hold that against me.
I will begin.
On Monday a farmer took down the phone line and we now have no internet. I live on a farm. My landlady chose not to tell me, even though she knows my other half makes his living working from home, relying on the internet. I should probably add we are 100 metres from it and she is back and forth all the time and extremely responsive to most things I tell her about. There has been a silage run since Sunday and clearly a tractor has taken it out (muddy, slippery and wet), but she decided, for whatever reason, that it didn't warrant warning us about. That line supplies us and them and no one else.
The ensuite bathroom literally smells like a sewer and has done for a few months. Trying to problem fix is not working. Sometimes it gets so bad that it smells on half of the floor.
Again with silage, she had the courtesy to call me this time because the time before last I completely lost my shit when it got to 6am - the silage run with trucks over a speed bump kept my OH awake til 3.30am two nights this week. She asks them to slow down over the speed bump but the thumps still thump. We are quite reasonable, we have only requested they slow down over midnight. It seems most of their tractor and truck combos cannot or will not do it.
The time before this with the overnight silage run, my OH lost his diplomacy with a work colleague and the following day was sacked from a project and told there is now very little hope of him being promoted this year. Worthy of noting is he is autistic and doesn't communicate all that well, sleeps terribly when there are disturbances, but this 'we will promote you' has been going on for a considerable amount of time before they decided to cut him off after he was too direct with a colleague. I don't think he was outrageous, but American culture is very different to ours. I am convinced it's the constant stress of the home we are in that causes anxiety spikes which is holding his career back.
This morning I woke up to the OH slamming all the things because the heating and HW broke. She sent her man round (kudos, within 2.5 hours) but he doesn't know what caused it, he tested the two blown fuses but has no idea what caused it. This is the guy who installed the electrics when the houses was built. Everything goes wrong with this house. That he didn't know what is causing it is far from a suprise because all of the utilities infrastructure is absolutely shit. Which he partly installed.
We have been together five years and been through some absolutely horrific rows that I would truly cringe at if I was a fly on a wall. I have never seen him as angry as he was when he told me about the heating and HW this morning. Genuinely thought he was going to put his fist through the wall, usually that's my schtick, so it was quite shocking to witness that.
We've been slowly building up covering all parts of the houses with various blocking things because we have a constant plague of flies. Today it failed and we had a house full of them again. They get in through window cracks, extractors, sink overflows - it's so fucking tiresome. Don't even think about telling me 'they'll be gone in winter' - the only fly free month we had last year was January, and I think that was more like 2-3 weeks.
I could go on but I think that's enough for now.
We moved to a farm because we had literally no other choice last year. It's not as though I thought it would be all sweetness and bird song and had no idea what it would involve. I certainly didn't expect every flying thing to get in with every window and door closed or the constant... just.. constant shit.
Did I mention we have a silage (shit pit) 100m away? Funny they never mentioned that at the viewing. It's 40/60 whether the house and area will smell like a toilet, all year round.
Rant done.
Your turn.