Wednesdays are my day off... the one day I find it acceptable to stay in my jammies all day, sit in my room, and just crack on with work.
I was hoping today would be no exception. It was going so well, comfiest toasty sleep ever, lovely pancake filled day yesterday and the prospect of a nice quiet day to myself, ready for a heavy social tonight. But alas, of course some prick has to come and screw that all over.
It started at 8 o'clock, a hefty banging on the front door. Of course, the whole house ignored it. We knew it was none of us at the door so to be honest I didn't give a shit who else it would be. Then came the clanging and the banging, literally so loud it was impossible to get back to sleep. So everyone retreated to the kitchen, moaning and grumbling like we always do. Then came the next bang on the door. So off I go to answer it, only to be greeted by about 10 builders and scaffolding all outside the front of our house. My exact words were, "What. The. Fuck". These lovely chaps had come to install solar panels on our roof... SOLAR PANELS!!! WE LIVE IN WALES! THERE IS LITERALLY NO SUN, EVER, NONE AT ALL.
But hey, I could kind of see the ridiculously retarded funny side of it. As long as they would keep out of our way and just get on with their job, I could deal with it. But no, that would be asking to much. Firstly, they rip up floorboards right outside Beth and Livs room, barricading them in or out. Then they leave the door WIDE OPEN whilst we must travel from the bathroom to our rooms in just our towels, whilst they all just chill by the front door. Then they drag the pungent smell of fags throughout our whole home... and not just fags. They generally just stink, musty ranky stink. THEN they piss in our bathroom. This is not acceptable. I do not want their horrible piss around my toilet seat when we cleaned the bathroom sparkling only two days before. I do not like boys in our bathroom at the best of times. Let alone the inevitable noise they make... and fuck leaving them in this house alone. I've seen all those programmes about builders trashing and thieving from peoples homes... and these ones look dodge. I'm not having that. And all this for something we DIDN'T EVEN ASK FOR !!! Its ridiculous, the asshole landlord takes months to sort out our massive list of problems with this house, most of which still aren't even sorted, but the second he decides solar panels would be a fun and fabulous idea, bang they're here.
But what about the cherry on top of the cake? So here I am, sat in my room attempting to block out all their stupid drilling, when Liv texts me to suggest I go grab all my washing (seeing as those grubby men will probably just rub shit on it all or something). So I casually walk over to my door and innocently open it... only to have the worst builder of the bunch literally fall into my room from the top of his ladder, with the ladder smashing down in aswell on to me! And when I say smash on to me, I am not exaggerating. Luckily it was only on to arm as I jumped out of the way, but WHAT THE FUCK! And then he just was there on the floor, staring up at me like "Oh sorry, didn't know you were in there." REALLY?? DID YOU SEE ME LEAVE YOU IMBECILE?!?
And here we are. I am literally stuck in my room, scared to leave on the thought another bloody massive chunk of metal is going to fall on my head, or even worse the ratface builder decides to just push me down the stairs. Cheers guys, cheers a fucking lot.
