So I spoke to the builders direct who said "We sent you an invoice for the £100 excess. Have you not got it yet?" so I waited until I got home to check. Which was stupid, as I should have just paid it on the phone right there. Instead I ended up paying it the next day, at which point I got an appointment for work to start. On the 12th. In two weeks time.
Cue one quick phone call to the loss adjusters. "You are aware that there is a leak in my ceiling, right? And that with every day the damage spreads? And that you will have to pay for said damage?"
So I got a phone call back today from the builders, offering to be round on Monday afternoon instead. Much better.
There's also debate as to whether the damage to the outside wall is covered, but the loss adjuster's going to pop round and take a look, and didn't seem averse to the idea.
In other news, the people who handle ducker.org.uk (the domain name, not the hosting company themselves) managed to not send me an invoice for the renewal. Which meant I got cut off at some point this morning. I phoned them, was as polite as I could be, and got it paid, but goodness knows if any email has been lost in the last couple of hours. Let's hope not (although it may take a while to arrive).
All of this has also added up to a fair chunk of stress, which meant that I finally passed out at 1am and then woke up at 7am, to sneak into the living room and leave Julie snoring. Today is thus full of tiredness. We did get a bunch of tidying doen last night though, which was good. Although we also failed to find any of the stuff necessary for Dreams of Steam, so we'll be skipping this one (Sorry Roy!) and going to the next one instead. Frankly, my stress levels are putting me off going to new events right now anyway.
Apologies to people that haven't seen me for a bit, I've mostly been feeling like hiding under the duvet and pretending the world doesn't exist... This should life over the next couple of weeks as we get the various problems around the flat sorted, and I eventually hope to be back to my normal self. Julie has, thankfully, been terribly supportive of my stress (while I've also been supportive of her PhD stress), and we've been emotionally equivalent to a pair of tired drunkards, propped up against each other in a rather unlikely structure that fails to collapse through sheer comedy value. God I hope this is over soon...