Well, the insurance company tried our patience on Friday.. for some reason we weren’t overly impressed at the idea of being offered a contractor in Ipswich. Not even the second time they tried it. Funny that. After a day taken off work (which I now have to make up sometime), and lots of phone calls back and forth to convince them we do actually live in Wales (!) we got to the end of the day having achieved precisely nothing, and with a number for a contractor which didn’t seem to work.. Saturday morning, we discover that the number we’d been given not only didn’t exist, but also had an area code which was, erm, less than local. Getting back in touch with the main contractors again, we were offered another number. Again in Ipswich. This is getting boring now. Then when we didn’t like this, she said ‘well you could try one in Bridgend?’ There are no words. Not that I can publish on the internet anyway..
We took the number, got hold of the friendly *welsh* contractors, who, despite being on their way to Birmingham (these hairdryers are in demand right now!) agreed to come Sunday morning. And they did!! They came when they said they would, with a dehumidifier and a couple of huge fans that look (and sound) like jet engines, and set us up to dry.. They said they’d be back in about a week to check them… Hmm. But, on the bright side, when all the machines are gone and the humming stops, we’ve been promised a ‘certificate of dryness’ for our trouble. So, that makes it all alright then.