The quest for a new ceiling continues after the break.
So I went to Holland which was great fun. Unfortunately I slip in full sentences of Dutch while I speak instead of just the odd word. Strangely enough no one really notices, which makes me wonder if people actually listen to me, or if my Dutch sounds like English. Don't.
But yes, I got back eventually and saw the same mess in the bedroom next to mine, call it rubbish room, as when I left. Apparently someone had come to have a look at it and decided to come back a few days later. Granted, it was bank holiday weekend, so he came on Tuesday to have fun making the hole bigger (so he could easily fit in new weak boarding that will fall down with the smallest amount of pressure).
Mentioned Tuesday was 8 days after the ceiling fell down. It might have been Wednesday. But well. While the contractor was enjoying his work, my housemate decided to do her dishes using the hot water tap out of which only cold water flows. Though stupid, I'm glad she did, as the hot water tank holding the cold water started leaking and the contractor was the first to join our side against the poor maintenance and called the agency to get the plumbers to fix it again.
Obviously the plumbers need 9 days notice so we were glad it only took them one day to arrive. Wait – where I said Tuesday it was Wednesday as I'm positive they arrived Thursday. Apparently, there was a puncture in the hot water tank. Or maybe two. Yeah we'll come back tomorrow or next week with a new tank. "Great, see you next week then", as indeed, they needed to order a new tank (basically a bucket with a hole for the pipe, but apparently not so common plumber material).
Monday morning, 11am. 2 Weeks after ceiling collapsed. Plumbers arrive: shouts of joy and excitement. A new water tank is installed and I ask them if we should worry about any more spillage when the hot water is in, but no, there's a lid on this tank so it should be fine. Joy oh joy in excitement I decide to do my laundry. Luckily I stay in the room for lunch as when the machine starts draining water all of it ends up on the kitchen floor. Turns out lovely plumbers forget to re-attach the pipe. Fortunately, we were planning to mop the floor this week anyway so I guess it was a sign that it needed to be done!
Slightly obviously, the washing machine asked for hot water, and it was actually (piping) hot this time. Sounds great, as we could marvel at the workings of the new hot water tank. But no. It held on for about half an hour and then the greatness of the hot water and air stuck in our pipes broke its resistance and yes, water started spilling in a concert of three buckets.
The plumber has been called again, and probably as I type they're working on it, though I doubt everything will be fine. Hopefully the material will be dry tomorrow so that the contractor can finally finish his job, though that will surely take till Friday. And then we can live again!
For those actually worried, the contractor assured us that no further bits of ceiling would fall down, despite a few cracks. Also, we have contacted the Union, but as work is on its way, there is nothing we can really do. Though we will send a letter showing our concern and pointing them at promises they've made at the start of the tenancy. Unfortunately, my digital camera is being repaired (I know that's a good thing but it means I don't have it right now) and my housemate refuses to take a picture of the rubbish room or let me take a picture, so this entry is again just a big collection of words. More pictures next time!