How many times to I have to say it?
Dec. 7th, 2009 03:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xansI love our new place, I really do. It's gorgeous here. When the weather cooperates. But it's huge and airy and warm, and just a great place to be in. Also? We can get broadband. Which is simply glorious.
There is one weird little thing, though. For some reason, when Joe or Heaven answer the phone downstairs, it disconnects the broadband. We don't have that problem with the phone up here, but it happens when that one gets used. And when the broadband disconnects, one must turn it off for 30 seconds, then wait two minutes after turning it back on, and restart the computer. Which is a complete pain in the ass.
So I told Joe they'll need to unplug the phone downstairs. I explained why on more than one occasion. However, it is still plugged in down there, they still answer the phone down there, and the broadband gets disconnected again. I know they need the phone. And it's a pain in the ass when they have come all the way upstairs to grab it, because then they never bloody remember to bring the handset back. Then WE get annoyed when the phone rings and they're out and we don't get to bloody answer it in time.
We just can't win.
And normally it's not that bad that we're sharing a house with them. They're relatively self-contained down there and we don't have to deal with them too much. But every now and then, they asked to "borrow" something, and then I have to remined them half a dozen times before it makes its way back. The box of cornflour never did come back, actually... I dread to get around to reorganizing the dvds only to discover how many haven't made it back.
And then, it's like, I hear them do vacuuming, I see clothes on the washline frequently, and yet if I go downstairs their lounge and bedroom is messy and cluttered, and there are dirty dishes in the laundry (which is their kitchenette). And they say they get ants down there? Zomg, dirty dishes and food scraps are the last thing you want to be lying around then. But it makes no sense, the sort of cleanliness mixed with complete lack of organisation.
Alan and I aren't neat freaks per se, but we like to keep our floors clear, and the clutter to a minimum, and clean as necessary. They've got heaps of storage space and the like, and yet they still manage to have things just lying around on the floor and furniture. It just... I have to remind myself that not everyone has my ingrained tidiness. I let mess build up sometimes, but eventually the OCD kicks in and I have to sort that shit out.
Anyhow... I am pretty happy here, things are mostly just fine... Gratch is happy as a lark, even if she did get into a fight couple weeks ago that got her a wee absess (I kept on it and thankfully didn't have to go to the vets to clean it up). Went to a fun family bbq up at Chris and Tarn's on Friday, where Jon finally got to meet his sister Cathy, and many funny photos were taken (and promptly posted on facebook, of course). And then Saturday night was the Christmas do for Alan's work, and DAMN that was a fine meal. More good times, but left me bloody exhausted by Sunday.
We also got around to acquiring and rewatching Transformers 2, Star Trek, and finally seeing a rather interesting yet slightly different movie called Inkheart.
Fin.
There is one weird little thing, though. For some reason, when Joe or Heaven answer the phone downstairs, it disconnects the broadband. We don't have that problem with the phone up here, but it happens when that one gets used. And when the broadband disconnects, one must turn it off for 30 seconds, then wait two minutes after turning it back on, and restart the computer. Which is a complete pain in the ass.
So I told Joe they'll need to unplug the phone downstairs. I explained why on more than one occasion. However, it is still plugged in down there, they still answer the phone down there, and the broadband gets disconnected again. I know they need the phone. And it's a pain in the ass when they have come all the way upstairs to grab it, because then they never bloody remember to bring the handset back. Then WE get annoyed when the phone rings and they're out and we don't get to bloody answer it in time.
We just can't win.
And normally it's not that bad that we're sharing a house with them. They're relatively self-contained down there and we don't have to deal with them too much. But every now and then, they asked to "borrow" something, and then I have to remined them half a dozen times before it makes its way back. The box of cornflour never did come back, actually... I dread to get around to reorganizing the dvds only to discover how many haven't made it back.
And then, it's like, I hear them do vacuuming, I see clothes on the washline frequently, and yet if I go downstairs their lounge and bedroom is messy and cluttered, and there are dirty dishes in the laundry (which is their kitchenette). And they say they get ants down there? Zomg, dirty dishes and food scraps are the last thing you want to be lying around then. But it makes no sense, the sort of cleanliness mixed with complete lack of organisation.
Alan and I aren't neat freaks per se, but we like to keep our floors clear, and the clutter to a minimum, and clean as necessary. They've got heaps of storage space and the like, and yet they still manage to have things just lying around on the floor and furniture. It just... I have to remind myself that not everyone has my ingrained tidiness. I let mess build up sometimes, but eventually the OCD kicks in and I have to sort that shit out.
Anyhow... I am pretty happy here, things are mostly just fine... Gratch is happy as a lark, even if she did get into a fight couple weeks ago that got her a wee absess (I kept on it and thankfully didn't have to go to the vets to clean it up). Went to a fun family bbq up at Chris and Tarn's on Friday, where Jon finally got to meet his sister Cathy, and many funny photos were taken (and promptly posted on facebook, of course). And then Saturday night was the Christmas do for Alan's work, and DAMN that was a fine meal. More good times, but left me bloody exhausted by Sunday.
We also got around to acquiring and rewatching Transformers 2, Star Trek, and finally seeing a rather interesting yet slightly different movie called Inkheart.
Fin.
