Okies. I’m literally half blind, got COPD, heart arrhythmia and osteoarthritis plus a few other bits and pieces falling tae bits. I’m my disabled husband’s carer too, which I don’t grudge for one single second. Because I love him, heart and soul.
When I was younger, I used to be pretty hand’s on with anything..mostly self sufficient, particularly around the house and looking after livestock, growing food etc.
Now I’m meant to slow down a bit, as I’ve also developed arteriosclerocis, and I remember my Granny’s strokes (the last of which killed her) and I’m not really wanting to gaun the same way....
But one of the things I’ve had to accept in Ireland is, businesses dinnae appear to want to do small jobs. I know this because I have a few small but difficult for me to do jobs around the cottage.
So I go online, look up the appropriate workman/business, and contact them. I cannae tell ye how many I’ve been in touch with, asking to have the rotten wooden fascia outside our bathroom replaced, and you can see how bad it is in the pictures below.
Not ONE responded. Nobody. Zilch. Not one. No, it’s not a fault with my email (I checked and, having more’n one email addy, resent and used the others) and I was perfectly polite, explanatory and promised swift payment!
I’ve noticed this with other jobs too though...if it’s too small (i.e..not paying “enough”) nobody wants to take it on. That’s a pity. Life never used to be like this.
So I’ve no choice but to try and attempt the work myself. And I’m no expert at the jobs I’m having to do and some of them (like climbing back up into the attic tomorrow to lay insulation) are a bit on the actual dangerous side for me.
I have ordered treated wood, and a masonry drill and bits, for the fascia. Fuck it, I’ll fix the bugger my ain self. No, I’ve never done it before, but it’s that or leave it to get worse..because, it’s woodwormed, soaked, rotten and will begin to let water into the rafters underneath soon....
This isnae how I imagined my later years, have tae say.....:/
Well, I hope somebody, somewhere, will wish me luck. I’ve nae head for heights but will be up and down ladders the next few weeks. I’ve arthritis that’s a bitch in this weather and that makes me clumsy, so here’s hoping I dinnae come through the roof tomorrow. Most of all, I hope I don’t “break” the cottage by trying to replace the rotted fascia....
I guess when you’re “small folks” or nobodies, those looking to make an overweening living just won’t touch ye with a bargepole. Well, guid luck tae them. I hope they prosper. I also hope they’re never down on their luck and needing help, too, at any point in their lives.
Don’t suppose anyone knows how to use a masonry drill? No, I didn’t think so.....sigh...
Wishing folks a Goodnight, from an ageing wifie who would quite like to enjoy retirement by doing simple things like cooking, gardening, knitting and so on.
I seem to have spent my last six or seven years trying to repair various homes and bodge what I can, with what I have, which isn’t much. And I’m awfy tired o’ it, tbh...