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Tuesday, 5 March 2013
A year ago our brand new water meter inspection hole was damaged. The insulating cover was totally smashed, and the interior workings all twisted to one side. The miscreant promised to replace what he'd broken.... I didn't hold my breath.
I recently allowed some builders to help themselves to water from this particular supply, and they spotted at once that it was leaking. The open/closed valve had been crushed, and cracked, and had to be replaced.
I phoned the plumber and he came almost at once. He re-positioned the meter (it now points upwards again), and replaced the broken valve (the new thing with the red bit). A small enough job, but it cost us exactly €40.
OK, I can hear you all saying 'Stop being such an old skinflint Cro; €40 isn't a lot, and you should think yourself lucky that it wasn't twice that'.
Well, the annoying bit is that we've ended up paying for someone else's thoughtless damage. I feel as if someone has just smashed all our windows, then presented us with the bloody bill.
And the insulating cover? No, I'm still waiting.....
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The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 45 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!