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catspawOn Sunday night/Monday morning, some little twerp thought it was smart to jump up on the bonnet of my car and kick in the windscreen. Which of course I didn't notice until I jumped into the car to get to work.
Yesterday was fun. In the way of 'this is now so aggravating it's going beyond aggravating and really getting quite hysterical' fun. Endless bloody phone calls - police (not remotely interested), insurer (very helpful but not helpful enough to do anything about the £50 excess - 'normal for glass' apparently, even when it's vandalised glass and not accidental glass) and the windscreen place. Who agreed to come out that afternoon and mend it at the kerbside - between 2 and 5, 'sorry, can't be more specific'. Hmph.
Problem: it's tipping it down. I walk to work, get there very late and very wet.
I dry out, do some work, have to leave early to get back for the windscreen guy, walk home, arrive back very wet because it's tipping it down even harder.
Windscreen guy phones: 'it's raining. We can't do it in the rain, it stops the glue curing. Can you drive it here to the shop? Then we can do it this afternoon.'
Honestly? No. The damn thing's undriveable unless I punch out the windscreen and drive there with the rain battering into my face. Not an option.
So, plan B. I phone the other insurers, the breakdown insurers, who assure me they'll have a tow truck out within the hour to tow my baby to the glass shop. Problem: Edinburgh is currently traffic hell, thanks to our BARKING MAD council who've decided to dig up every possible road at the same time and close the ones that are left in their ludicrous traffic congestion scheme. (Sidebar, note to self: when Edinburgh City Council announce a traffic congestion scheme, remember for future reference that what they mean by that is that they want to *cause* congestion, not alleviate it. Presumably in revenge for getting beaten out on congestion charging. So don't get excited.) So, the promised hour becomes nearer two and now there's no way in hell the screen is going to be fixed before the shop shuts.
So, my poor baby is away on an overnighter - but that's okay. It's getting fixed. Until I get up this morning. Because it's *still* tipping it down and I shall get soaked again today, then shall have to take a *taxi* to the glass shop to avoid getting soaked again because it's impossible to get there by bus. Well not impossible - but a 15 minute car journey will take at least an hour by the three buses I'll need to take to get there. Because that's part deux of the Council's grand scheme - privatise the buses to make sure that the routes are restricted, then 'encourage' the drivers to abandon their cars in favour of non-existent public transport.
The Boomtown Rats had it spot on right :-(((
And I don't even have an 'angry' icon to put up on this post :-((( So I'll put up the one that never fails to cheer me up.
Yesterday was fun. In the way of 'this is now so aggravating it's going beyond aggravating and really getting quite hysterical' fun. Endless bloody phone calls - police (not remotely interested), insurer (very helpful but not helpful enough to do anything about the £50 excess - 'normal for glass' apparently, even when it's vandalised glass and not accidental glass) and the windscreen place. Who agreed to come out that afternoon and mend it at the kerbside - between 2 and 5, 'sorry, can't be more specific'. Hmph.
Problem: it's tipping it down. I walk to work, get there very late and very wet.
I dry out, do some work, have to leave early to get back for the windscreen guy, walk home, arrive back very wet because it's tipping it down even harder.
Windscreen guy phones: 'it's raining. We can't do it in the rain, it stops the glue curing. Can you drive it here to the shop? Then we can do it this afternoon.'
Honestly? No. The damn thing's undriveable unless I punch out the windscreen and drive there with the rain battering into my face. Not an option.
So, plan B. I phone the other insurers, the breakdown insurers, who assure me they'll have a tow truck out within the hour to tow my baby to the glass shop. Problem: Edinburgh is currently traffic hell, thanks to our BARKING MAD council who've decided to dig up every possible road at the same time and close the ones that are left in their ludicrous traffic congestion scheme. (Sidebar, note to self: when Edinburgh City Council announce a traffic congestion scheme, remember for future reference that what they mean by that is that they want to *cause* congestion, not alleviate it. Presumably in revenge for getting beaten out on congestion charging. So don't get excited.) So, the promised hour becomes nearer two and now there's no way in hell the screen is going to be fixed before the shop shuts.
So, my poor baby is away on an overnighter - but that's okay. It's getting fixed. Until I get up this morning. Because it's *still* tipping it down and I shall get soaked again today, then shall have to take a *taxi* to the glass shop to avoid getting soaked again because it's impossible to get there by bus. Well not impossible - but a 15 minute car journey will take at least an hour by the three buses I'll need to take to get there. Because that's part deux of the Council's grand scheme - privatise the buses to make sure that the routes are restricted, then 'encourage' the drivers to abandon their cars in favour of non-existent public transport.
The Boomtown Rats had it spot on right :-(((
And I don't even have an 'angry' icon to put up on this post :-((( So I'll put up the one that never fails to cheer me up.
