You’re quite right, I have been RUBBISH at posting anything while away, but there are several reasons for that: I’ve been too busy eating/drinking/seeing the sights/relaxing/reading books oh, and did I mention we’ve had the best part of two weeks with no internet connection? It’s a curiously liberating experience although after a while one begins to get the fidgets and wonder how everyone else in the Blogsphere is getting on…
I’m not trying to make you jealous, but I should tell you that I’m typing this sitting in the bar area of Antica Casa Coppo, our home-from-home in Venice. We’re down to the last few days of our holiday and by this time next week Darling Daughter and I will be at home and may even have managed some sleep.
Talking of home, a new complication has arisen in our lives that I’m going to have DEAL with once I get back to Oz… just before Darling Daughter and Dearest Husband departed Coffs Harbour to join me in Europe they discovered a bad water leak coming from our en-suite bathroom and manifesting itself in Daughter’s bedroom. Further exploration on the part of our managing agent and landlady have revealed serious problems in the first floor plumbing that will require a complete tear-out and re-build of our en-suite bathroom and Daughter’s bedroom, plus other associated areas. Why do renovating builders not realise that sealing water pipes in concrete is a recipe for disaster…?
The implications for us are huge: naturally the insurance company is dragging their feet which means that far from completing the repairs while we were conveniently away for 6 weeks, they won’t even get started until early November. As water and electricity are being switched off during renovations we are required to move out!!! Our agents are offering us temporary accommodation at a vastly reduced rate in a holiday flat but we have no information yet about whether it will even be suitable… I, for one, cannot just move all my printmaking kit on a whim: it’s too heavy and there’s too much of it, so I am going to have to continue to work at the ‘old’ place, wherever we eventually end up sleeping. I’m still trying to clarify what our agent’s and landlady’s obligations towards us are under the contract: if we chose not to accept the offer of the holiday flat, does that mean they have no further obligation to find us somewhere to live? And as our tenancy agreement is shortly due to expire is there a possibility that they may simply give us notice to quit..? And what about Toby: can we take him with us or…? Lots of questions and currently no answers! Bummer.