Sorry, I seem to be monopolising this bit of the forum. It's not really a family rant either, more of a rant at life.
So, on Tuesday I got back from an evening at Ilkley Literature Festival to find I'd been burgled. TV and laptop (and old broken laptop) gone. Oh well, these things happen, and at least I've got insurance, although my excess is about half of the value of the stolen stuff.
Put up with the police trying to blame me 'how did they know you had a TV in the living room under this window' (which the cable from the sky dish runs to...). And 'I don't see how they could have got their arm through either of the holes in the window to unlock it'. Well, if I'd left it unlocked as they were implying, then the burglars wouldn't have had to smash through a double glazed window, would they.
No fingerprints, so case closed on Thursday.
As EVERYTHING at uni has to be done online, I had to go out and buy a new computer on Thursday. I also picked up an almost brand new telly that I'd bought mum just before she died. So, insurance excess £300, new computer £350 - I'm already £650 out of pocket. Although I had planned to save up for a desktop, so it's not tooooo bad, and there's a monitor at mum's that I can have.
Friday I had an opticians appointment. My distance prescription's changed so much I need new glasses, but I wasn't expecting to be told I now need reading glasses too. So, I needed to buy two pairs of glasses. Since I'd gone to the uni opticians, 95% of the range were designer so I really struggled to find something in my price range. They had one range that were free with an NHS voucher, so I got one of those, but needed different ones so I'm not getting confused between the two pairs. Finally found a pair for £85, but with my NHS voucher and a £30 special offer voucher I had they'd be just less than £20. Toddle off to order them, and find that the price didn't include lenses. So they're over £63. So far this week has cost me over £700 then.
Saturday, already crap because it's the 6 month anniversary of mum's death. Spend the day at Ilkley Lit Fest, come back and set up the new computer. Hurray, I'm back online. For half an hour. Then the monitor died. So, got one this afternoon, that's another £90 added to the week from hell's invoice.
Sunday, get up to go back to Ilkley and my car's been keyed. Cue a day of paranoia that I'm being targetted, even though there's absolutely no reason for that to be the case. I should be going back to Ilkley now, but I'm going to kick back with a bottle of wine now. Knowing my luck the grapes will have been infected with some rare virus that managed to get into just this one bottle out of the thousands that were sold and it'll kill me....
made the mistake of calling sister, then dad, for a moan. Sister talked about herself for ages, then when I got a word in just let me talk and then ended the conversation. Dad pretended to listen, then went on about all the work he's doing in mum's house. Which is all he ever talks about. Well, that and how skint he is. Which is apparantly mine and sister's fault, and nothing to do with him spending a fortune on a new kitchen and window's for mum's house.
Sorry for the moan, this is the first time since she died that I've really had that 'I want my mum' feeling. Typing my frustrations out helps a bit.
So, on Tuesday I got back from an evening at Ilkley Literature Festival to find I'd been burgled. TV and laptop (and old broken laptop) gone. Oh well, these things happen, and at least I've got insurance, although my excess is about half of the value of the stolen stuff.
Put up with the police trying to blame me 'how did they know you had a TV in the living room under this window' (which the cable from the sky dish runs to...). And 'I don't see how they could have got their arm through either of the holes in the window to unlock it'. Well, if I'd left it unlocked as they were implying, then the burglars wouldn't have had to smash through a double glazed window, would they.
No fingerprints, so case closed on Thursday.
As EVERYTHING at uni has to be done online, I had to go out and buy a new computer on Thursday. I also picked up an almost brand new telly that I'd bought mum just before she died. So, insurance excess £300, new computer £350 - I'm already £650 out of pocket. Although I had planned to save up for a desktop, so it's not tooooo bad, and there's a monitor at mum's that I can have.
Friday I had an opticians appointment. My distance prescription's changed so much I need new glasses, but I wasn't expecting to be told I now need reading glasses too. So, I needed to buy two pairs of glasses. Since I'd gone to the uni opticians, 95% of the range were designer so I really struggled to find something in my price range. They had one range that were free with an NHS voucher, so I got one of those, but needed different ones so I'm not getting confused between the two pairs. Finally found a pair for £85, but with my NHS voucher and a £30 special offer voucher I had they'd be just less than £20. Toddle off to order them, and find that the price didn't include lenses. So they're over £63. So far this week has cost me over £700 then.
Saturday, already crap because it's the 6 month anniversary of mum's death. Spend the day at Ilkley Lit Fest, come back and set up the new computer. Hurray, I'm back online. For half an hour. Then the monitor died. So, got one this afternoon, that's another £90 added to the week from hell's invoice.
Sunday, get up to go back to Ilkley and my car's been keyed. Cue a day of paranoia that I'm being targetted, even though there's absolutely no reason for that to be the case. I should be going back to Ilkley now, but I'm going to kick back with a bottle of wine now. Knowing my luck the grapes will have been infected with some rare virus that managed to get into just this one bottle out of the thousands that were sold and it'll kill me....
made the mistake of calling sister, then dad, for a moan. Sister talked about herself for ages, then when I got a word in just let me talk and then ended the conversation. Dad pretended to listen, then went on about all the work he's doing in mum's house. Which is all he ever talks about. Well, that and how skint he is. Which is apparantly mine and sister's fault, and nothing to do with him spending a fortune on a new kitchen and window's for mum's house.
Sorry for the moan, this is the first time since she died that I've really had that 'I want my mum' feeling. Typing my frustrations out helps a bit.
Comment