Bloody Nora moments (during which I may swear)

#1   As I mentioned yesterday the porch was not looking promising.

This was the product we were using based on advice given to Himself by a Dulux rep who happened to be at Bunnings when he was researching. Three coats would do it and 10L would be enough for each coat.

3 10L containers later and it looked like shit. Being the understanding compassionate wife I am, I completely blamed him. Turns out there have been many issues with this product - or more to the point, the way it is described, the uses and applications.

A delightful young lass (Himself does have a way with delightful young lasses - always has and it isn't diminishing with age - maybe he reminds them of their grandfather now!) was very helpful and suggested another product. She also rang Dulux while he was there and they called him back full of apologies (but no $$ - said to let them know when he is doing another painting job and he told them in no uncertain, but pleasant terms, that hell will have frozen over before that happens!). Anyway, he came home and applied the new product and it is looking fanbloodytastic. I actually think that the failed product might have helped the finished result but it was an unnecessary expense.

#2   Remember how I went to the bank last Friday and spent $28 for an electronic real time transfer? I had taken in a redacted (as in actual $$ amounts removed but the salient details still visible) bank statement of the trust account the solicitor had given me so I couldn't understand what had happened. I rang the conveyancer at the solicitor's office and was going over the details and realised that the banking expert I saw had used the customer ID rather than the account number. Fuck fuckity fuck fuck. I felt sick. Fortunately Himself wasn't home (see first bloody Nora moment) so I could gather my thoughts without having him melting down behind me. I checked our bank account and the amount had been credited back to us. Phew. I went to the bank as was there just after they opened. I explained to the person (who seems to hide from customers but apparently is the customer contact) what had happened and said I needed this fixed TODAY. She gave me an appointment for an hour's hence. 

In my defence - when I checked the transaction with the twat that I saw last week (she was doing me a favour by squeezing me in, remember?) she asked me to verify that the numbers she had were correct. They were. What I didn't pick up was the difference between the ID and the account number. One would like to assume that a bank employee would know the difference between Client ID and Account Number.

We both rocked up to the appointment as I had to go and choose paving paint colour afterwards (see #1 again) and I was trying to sit on a volcano itching to explode. The lass we saw was lovely, understood what had happened, asked who I had seen on Friday and did a brilliant eye roll when I pointed in the direction. She didn't charge me another fee (and nor should she but I wasn't going to rock any boats - see simmering volcano) and hopefully, fingers crossed, god and allah willing, touch wood and toss some salt the funds will be there tomorrow morning for settlement on Monday. 

#3   Himself heard on the radio that our builder is doing the same thing that the builder who recently went belly up did by offering huge discounts. I went and had a look on their website and it appears to be their regular promotion. When we signed up we got several thousand dollars worth of upgrades - this seems to be the same. But you have to love the media for hyping the drama. Every builder offers upgrades on a regular basis as a "special offer". I don't think that's what PD did.

#4   The agent rang Himself to say he had a client who was ready to buy (and spend well what we want) and could he look at our place. Our place isn't just a bit messy. It looks like a bunch of apocalyptic survivors fleeing the zombies with no regard for personal health or safety have taken up residence. At a push I would consider once the existing carpet has been lifted and the painting has been done but I would like the place to look nice. The agent wants to bring this dude through before we are officially on the market. 

This agent has a great reputation for getting really good prices for properties (we should know, we bought through them!!). One of his techniques is to create an exciting vibe about a property. I understand that. But, hells bells motherfucker, this is my house and my home. It is not just your job. I know, I know, his success is our success. 

Tomorrow the stylist comes. I did text her this morning conceding defeat. I need every ounce of help she can give me.