Forgive the incoherence but just need to get this off my chest. I’m fucking furious.
I got back to Steven’s new house this morning after having a few days away to recharge my batteries.
I just went into his bedroom to put some washing away and noticed that the damp patch on his wall had grown. I pulled out his bed to see if it had spread and the whole of the wall was black and wet. His bed base was also damp.
This is seven weeks.
The council aren’t due to sort out the brickwork until 28th. Goodness knows what state it will be in by then.
They must have known before we moved in. That level of damp doesn’t suddenly appear in a few weeks.
I’ve spent £6K on trying to get the house habitable and nice for Steven and then this!
We’ve moved the bed to the other side of the room but that doesn’t feel very satisfactory.
He may have to move into my room and I’ll go into his.
This is why I had to take a break. The relentless, shit of dealing with the Local Authority.
Tomorrow is Monday again. My day off. Another day off spent phoning the council.
I am damp with rage.