Boilered To Death II

THIS POST COMES OUT OF MY RESPONSE TO TODAY'S EARLIER COMMENTS ...

The leaking whatever (what is it? a pipe? or just the gap where the hulking great old boiler was ripped from the wall..?) is below my room and so posing no immediate dampness threat. In fact, because of the peculiar lay-out of the house, nobody is at threat. But having just braved the dank dripping dark hallway (no lights in bathroom or toilet, no lights anywhere down the passageway)... it feels like the bucket has overflowed already. The carpet is sopping. When I return I will change it in the dark... you don't need to be able to see to know where to put it back as obviously you can hear it drip drip dripping down on the right place. NB the bucket is only there bc I put it there. Matran and Laundretta who claim to keep the bathroom so clean never bothered. I called him Matran bc it is a spoonerism of Rat-Man. She is Laundretta bc she is outwardly very clean (has to be for her job) ... but the accumulated nasties have ... well: I don't think she's clean on the inside... let's just say that.

Vincent: they came up and turned off the water at one point. The boiler man, who I heard talking on the phone... I get the impression he's v good but v expensive. I don't understand why they can't fix it. But maybe they would rather let everyone have water and just patch up the damage later..(?)

Something I want to make clear! When I stated that "my head is full of schemes.." I meant schemes for the future (ie ambitions). No I'm not wasting my energy on avenging myself on people like those two. They invite calamity on themselves~ I'll never need to get my hands dirty!! I'll let you in on my first scheme just as soon as I've got it started. I don't like talking things up before doing them too much. I think it dissipates the energy you could better spend on the project itself.

Which, come to think of it, is why I'm against those reality talent shows so much... Contestants being kept in a constrained, restricted environment with limited access to or contact with the outside world. This means that (especially as most of the participants in such shows tend to be between 18 and 25 years old) and emotional over-reliance on the new surroundings and those "inexplicable" outbursts of tears that so many people deride so much. I'm sorry but they're only crying bc they've been living, sleeping, thinking, breathing, doing nothing but that show for many weeks of their lives. An unthinkably glittering prize (like a £1000000 record deal) is dangling at the end of it. Trapped in the moment their entire self-esteem now seems to depend upon staying or going.

The other thing (and this was my original point) I loathe is the way these young people are put through their paces and expected not only to perform well but judged on how much seeming enthusiasm they put in (or: put another way. How much good old BS). Then, when they don't make their instructors' ludicrously high grade they are told they "don't want it enough" ... when they do. It's just bc they're starring in a sliced and spliced TV docu we don't realize quite how tired these people get at times. Anyway my point was (and my advice to self is:)if you have energy for something stop telling the world you want to do it. Do it!

Righto! And my post on today's papers might well have to wait until tomorrow!

Cheerio. As bank managers say to their wives in Worthing, "of" a morning ...