First of all, I will throw a few bouquets in the right direction before I launch the brickbats. Avon Valley Glass have been a dream. We have ordered and had installed two security screens onto the front and back doors of Station House. We are now parents of two brand spanking new screen doors that can allow our home to breath at night. Peter and Travis were early and worked like navvies in the late morning heat to complete the job. Their work was immaculate and they cleaned up. Thank you to Peter, Travis and Kristy and all the team at Avon Valley Glass for your prompt, cheerful and efficient attention.
We also enjoyed the company of Michelle and Lyn on Tuesday for lunch. Michelle had been responsible for the impromptu kidnapping of Michael's shoes from Darryl's party as she had an identical pair. I kid you not. I have photographic evidence.She and old friend Lyn decided to combine a day trip to the Avon Valley with the reunion of the second pair of shoes to their correct owner.
Wednesday was a mix of massage and medicine. New and proud owner of "Norishabley", Janet, performed miracles with her hands on both of us. From being barely able to bend yesterday, my back and I were most relieved at the improvement. We spent the later afternoon in Northam on a quest for a new general practitioner.
Due to a series of circumstances, we have been hankering for a rural doctors' practice that would understand the medical pros and cons of being middle-aged Beverley Hillbillies. And, much to our surprise, we seemingly hit the jackpot. After a rapid fire double appointment, our new quack had simplified Michael's meds, ordered a doppler for his troublesome legs and organised a NON fasting blood test and a bone density scan for me. She apologised for being late, answered all our questions, had a sense of humour and was easily understood. As Michael has a touch of industrial deafness, this was the bonus.
Back to the grindstone. Our Inside Woman at Automated Surveys had been trying to make contact with the latest Operative at Western Power. I am calling this chap a Secret Agent as I suspect he is somewhere in the vicinity of the Cone of Silence within CONTROL. Either that or he is an evil fiend from the Other Side.
He is uncontactable at present. In his cover as Design Team Leader at Western Power, he may be conducting a delicate mission. Or he may still be suffering from Failure to Launch as he was recently on holidays. Or so we have been told. My best guess is that he is a clone of the enormous floating heads that litter the corridors of Centrelink and he defected to the greener pastures of Western Power.
If all of these scenarios are incorrect, then what could possibly be his reason for silence? Apparently, there are those in the hallowed halls of Western Power who consider Michael to be a scary, disgruntled customer. Yes, he bloody well is a disgruntled customer. But scary? This is Michael, ladies and gentlemen. a slightly scruffy, not terribly tall bloke whose legs offer very little means of support. The most mild-mannered, tolerant, slow-to-anger man I have ever met. But he has had enough. As have I.
A couple of weeks ago, we had a wonderfully refreshing conversation with our heroine from within Automated Surveys. Western Power had given her the happy news that they were going to treat us as domestic customers and connect our home, as soon as possible, at the usual $1300 charge rather than mind-blowing $27000 they had previously wanted us to pay.
And so, we have waited with bated breath for Further Action from our Great Energy Utility. And so far, nothing has happened and we are still accessing power via an extension cord.
Unfortunately, in finally adding a water main into the middle of our gravel laneway behind the house, the Water Corporation broke the tough, compacted surface and transformed it into a very dusty thoroughfare. So now, we have clouds of dusts, still no power connection and we are unable to open the windows on the north side of our house unless we have rain. And this week's temperatures are in the mid thirties with high humidity.
Michael has progressive emphysema and asthma, amongst other conditions. He nearly died three years ago from double pneumonia and has had multiple hospital admissions. Due to structural damage to his left lung, he can't dispel the fine dust if it enters his respiratory system. This new issue of excessive dust means he is even more susceptible to chest infections and asthma attacks. Oh goody.
This situation has now become a potential health disaster. I do not use those words lightly. We need our domestic electrical connection so we may install air conditioners. Then, the problem of the dust will be resolved and after five long months, we can finally finish our home.
Please, Mr. Design Team Leader at Western Power, end this farce.
Pick me! Pick me!
Our doors from Avon Valley Glass. Slight exaggeration of the house.
Our new medical practice.
Bollocks...back to reality.
Our heroine from Automated Surveys.
Our Man from Western Power?
Which leads to this...
I couldn't have said it better myself.
And now, just to add to our hassles, we have Heat and Dust.
Which means I get to saddle up for another day.
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