Notes by Nectar

Your destiny lies in your own hands

Warning: This is a rant.


Roo: Don’t you ever get sick of your house falling down all the time, Eeyore?
Eeyore: Nope. Suppose it’s just what houses do.

Eeyore has few expectations. I, on the other hand, have had enough of my flat.

I’ve lived here for 2.5 years and in that time I’ve had more problems at home than I care to remember:

1. Leaks in the bathrooms – all three of them, one after the other. 

2. A leak in the ceiling in the middle of the living room – one very rainy Sunday afternoon in November 2009, I was watching TV when I heard this intermittent tapping noise. For about ten minutes I couldn’t figure out what it was and eventually realised the ceiling was leaking. I complained to the porters, the building management ‘fixed’ it. The following week it rained heavily again. The ceiling leaked again. I complained again. The building management ‘fixed’ it again. See where I’m going with this?

By December 2009 it looked like this:


Today, two years later, it looks like this:


The crack is wider and the ceiling has more of a ‘dip’ in it. I cringe every time it rains. I’m just waiting for the whole thing to come crashing down in the middle of my yoga class.  

3. A mouse in the kitchen – I didn’t see it, but I did see the loaf of seeded bread after the mouse had worked its way through it. The funny part is that we all thought Dad had made himself a sandwich in the middle of the night and just left the crumbs all over the counter. He wasn’t amused (but he does do that).

4. No heating or hot water for days at a time – I came home on Friday evening to a notice in the lift that said ‘Due to the one and only boiler breaking down, there is no heating or hot water until further notice’. That was 5 days ago. Fortunately I shower at the gym anyway, but how long can this go on for? I complained to someone a couple of days ago that I hadn’t slept well over the last few days and now realise I keep waking up because I’m cold.

5. As if the heating/hot water issue isn’t enough to contend with, the tumble dryer broke down on Saturday afternoon. I’d just done the sheets and put the duvet cover in and it wouldn’t start. I tried the plug in another socket – it didn’t work. I tried the kettle in the socket the dryer had originally been in – that worked. So it wasn’t the socket. I checked the fuse box. I emptied the water tray and cleaned the filter. Nothing. It’s hopefully being repaired next Monday… 

I recently made a list of all the things I’m going to miss when I move to Dubai. This flat isn’t one of them. 

Christopher Robin: [Looks at Owl’s demolished house] What a pity. Owl, I don’t think we’ll ever be able to fix it.
Eeyore: If you ask me, when a house looks like that, it’s time to find a new one.


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