Three weeks ago, my landlord wanted to do a “safety inspection” of the flat. This would have been the same old thing he’s been pulling irregularly for a while, wherein he walks around the flat telling me that “everything” has to go, and checking the positions of the electrical sockets again (because he can’t seem to remember where they are from one visit to the next and has never drawn a helpful chart for some reason). I told him I wasn’t available at that time. So he texted back the next day saying that he was visiting the day after with a builder to determine what needs to be done after I’ve left (he’s given me notice to quit). So he turned up late in the afternoon with a threesome of burly men.
That wasn’t a fuck today because that led to him phoning the police (the UK police, note) and emit the following: “He’s assaulting me by standing in the doorway with his arms crossed!” He went away angry, but he went away. To date, the police, no doubt having better things to do with their limited budget, have not contacted me.
So the notice to quit runs out today, so the next thing he has to do is get a court order. Instead, he chose to unlock my door this morning (this is very dodgy in UK law, but might be deniable) and attempt entry. When the door chain prevented him, he tried to force it. Fully awake by now — it was 9:20, but I hadn’t gotten to sleep until 4:30 this morning — we had some words through the gap. I reminded him that he needs to get the court order. He said something nasty about my friends, I called him a bully, he called me a skunk (or it might have been “drunk”, he accused me of this last time; I’m teetotal, btw). Then he went away, promising to get the local council (who pay most of my rent for me) to investigate me for fraud. (This is an empty threat.)
The thing that makes it a fuck today is that I looked at the door properly just now with my glasses on and realised that he had broken the door jamb. Just a bit more force and he might have broken the chain attachment off. The crazy, bullying fucker.
Right now, I’m getting over the shakes and debating whether I should go out and get some glue and screws and maybe a new lock, or if he’s going to be waiting for me to do that so he can change locks on me while I’m out.
I don’t know how legal it is to change the locks as a tenant where you are; the landlord may have a legal right to a key. Don’t do anything that can get you thrown out legally.
Do you have anyone who can come by and drop off what you need to fix the door?
And don’t you have to leave today anyway? You said that he’s given you notice, which runs out today, right?
As I understand it in the UK that’s totally legal, all you need to do is give the landlord reasonable access to carry out repairs after they give you written notice.
As I said, the next legal step is the court order, which will probably take a couple of weeks and will, in all likelihood, give me an extra couple of weeks at least from that date to get out. At that point he can call the bailiffs and get all menacing and shit legally. This morning he was just being a weasel. (No offence to any mustelids reading BB.)
Yes, I should be out already, for the sake of my sanity, but my sanity, or lack of it, has been getting in the way somewhat. Also, trying to find somewhere to move to has been difficult so far. This is the UK, where housing is an ongoing problem. And money, that’s always a problem.
I left the book I’m reading forty miles from here, and the pressure ulcer on my old man has, in five days, gone from almost healed to stage four hitting the bone.
Ah-yep. It was my understanding that this is a “never” occurrence, as in should never occur. Three hours after the wound care nurse left we caught the CNA lying about turning him. Around and around it goes.
‘Never’ is damn right. That’s obscene, and those responsible need to find another line of work or (if they’re nurses) find a different line of nursing that doesn’t demand patient maintenance. Surgical and community come to mind.
I have a similar problem when ever I get in a plane (which thankfully isn’t often). The way up, my ears pop easily, on the way down, I usually have a few hours, sometimes a whole day, where I just can’t hear very well, as my ears just won’t pop.
Have you tried the pulling-down-hard-and-sidewise on the earlobe while rotating your head slowly until you can feel the water start to drain technique?
My 100% south side bank just sent an email stating:
We were built in this area for this area, so we’ve grown up rooting for the Cubs. As life-long fans, there’s nothing that has us more excited than the Cubs in the playoffs. We want our team to go all the way and they need to feel this area’s support to do it!
Talk about tone deaf. I’m actually curious to learn what kind of push-back they get from customers!
We know better than to waste any hope on them. They always make it just far enough for those fools on the north side to start thinking “this will be the year!” Yeah, no.
When diving in the water, and you are descending, you need to pressure balance your ears early. You equalize on the way down by pinching your nostrils shut and gently blowing air pressure against them to equalize. If you wait too long your eardrums have too much pressure pushing them inwards and it is hard to equalize. Not sure if the same applies to air flight.
Popping on the way up I think you are actually venting your aural canal but I am actually not sure of the mechanism now that I think of it.
