Building A Case

I feel it is about time I told you a little bit about my life with Paul.

As you know Paul lives in a little corner of Edinburgh that was once quiet and pleasant with lovely neighbours and stunning views of our fair city - from the rolling hills of the Pentlands, to the castle, Arthurs Seat, the coast, and yes, we could even see the Kingdom of Fife on a good day.

We planned that I would move in with Paul, and rent my home. We could use the money we saved to fix up the flat, Paul had not long bought the place and it needed doing up. Then Dunedin Canmore came along and our hopes and dreams came to nothing.

Paul’s street became a building site, the noise, dust and dirt was relentless. Pauls peaceful neighbourhood quickly became (please excuse my language here but this is the most accurate description that I can think of) a shit hole!

No problem, Paul could move in with me and we could rent his flat. Except who would choose to pay to live in a shit hole? Even if we could find someone who didn’t mind the construction work, or the vibrations throughout when the concrete balconies were being ripped from the building, or the power cuts or any of the rest of the hell, we would not be allowed to rent to them (as per the conditions of our financial package for the works being done).

No problem, sell up and get the hell out of there. Nope, we can’t do that either. Who would buy a property under such circumstances? And besides Dunedin Canmore have put a ‘note of potential liability’ onto Paul's title deeds.

So here we are living in two separate homes, paying two separate mortgages, a life in limbo at the mercy of Dunedin Canmore. But maybe I’m being unreasonable. Maybe I’m getting carried away with my own rhetoric. Maybe Paul doesn’t really live in a shit hole and I’m a drama queen who should just shut up and move in already.

Why don’t you decide the truth of the mater? I made a wee film earlier this week (see if you can see anything of the wonderful view I was talking about earlier)

INFORMATION UPDATE: In the interest of fairness I would like to inform my blog readers that our white UHT water had started to clear by Monday. That said I still wouldn't give it to the dog.

Murky Waters

Sorry I've not updated my blog for a while but I have been dealing with The Great Darkness (aka Dunedin Canmore).

I’ve sent oodles of emails, I made many good points -woo-hoo! Oh, that reminds me do any of you blog readers know how to remove brick imprints from your forehead? I could always grow my fringe, actually thinking about it that's the best idea (a fringe would cushion my head next time I have to bash it against The Darkness’s wall).

As a result I have given up! Not the fight but the merry go round of emails, preferring instead to focus on my blog.

Another Day In Hell

We recon the water had been turned off again. Paul and I think this cause Friday evening I went to fill the dogs water bowl, turning on the water caused the tap to rock in its fixture as water jetted forth knocking the bowl out my hand and making me and Paul jump three feet into the air. I quickly turned the tap off.

“What the hell was that?”

“The waters probably just been turned back on. It does that when it’s been off.” Paul said calmly, years of living on a building site appear to have broken his spirit.

Wee bailey was looking at me all thirsty like so I gave it another go. This time the tap behaves and we got water. White water. It was like milk, not the creamy blue milk that you can buy, no, more your watery UHT milk but milk all the same. We watched Bailey's bowl as the water started to settle to a more watery colour. It took about 5 minutes but we eventually got good clear water, we could see it just below the white surface scum and above the chalky silt that had dropped to the bottom.

Needless to say no way was I giving that to The Bailster – we took water from the kettle and bought bottled water to cover us over the weekend.

Sorry the post is so short, I promise to do better tomorrow.