Inchcock Today Wed 27 July 2016: British Gas strike again! Grève de British Gas à nouveau!


Wednesday 27th July 2016

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Woke around 0330hrs, I’d been in the middle of a dream where I was being mollycoddled by several women of my age group, in a gigantic sized kitchen with many cookers around the walls, and dogs and cats were playing happily together around us. I had complete imperturbation. Boy, I was enjoying it.

Nodded off again, with hopes that I might return to this dream, of course, I couldn’t. Huh!

Woke again around 0530hrs, this time fretting over things, soon a demand for the WRWW & WWHD arrived. The £300 second-hand recliner shuddered in response to my pressing the button, and allowed me out of it. The duties required were carried out, not without some pain, but I’m used to that recently. Haem Aroids bled a bit, but Little Inchy had not bled at all.

Into the kitchen to put the kettle on, had to go back to the wet-room as I feared I’d left the tap running, I hadn’t, but had left the light on – and; Found my slippers behind the shower curtain? Back to the kitchen and took the photo at the top of this post. Don’t know why, but I found this view so heart warming and welcoming? I momentarily felt such a lucky person.

Made a brew, turned and knocked some tea bags off the counter and they spilt down in the narrow gap between the cooker.

Got the grabber to retrieve them, of course, they broke open while I did this. Used the Dyson to clean up the tea leaves. It took me a while to find the proper narrow attachment to use. The battery ran out half way through. Put the Dyson on charge and used the cheapo one, which also ran out of battery, put that on to charge too.



Note the empty jars ready for when I see if Olive has any to go as well, and I’ll take them all to the Bottle-bank… Three jars? Well, only two got there, as I managed to knock one off when I took the vacuum off charge later.

Got the brush and pan to clear the broken glass and had to get down to reach some that had gone behind the door… getting back up was deserving of an award if it had been filmed. The back and right knee went as I tried to get back up, I grabbed onto one of the countertops near the sink to help myself rise, caught a bottle of cleaner and that descended to the floor with the cap coming off of course. Got the mop and bucket out and utilised them.

Bending down to rinse the mop afterwards, I managed with ease to clout me head on the sink edge. Creakingly I got the pain gel and rubbed it in where I could reach to. I felt like I’d been up for hours and hours by then, and felt a bit sorry for missen too! Hehe!

10Made another cuppa and took me medications, WRWW and got the laptop on.

Email check, WordPressing and Facebooking followed for several hours.

I must say these new scales are behaving themselves this dreary morning. Hehe!

Got ready and had a WRWW and marvellous shave and a shower ablutions.Went to see how Olive was.

Went to see how Olive was. She had recovered nicely and had enjoyed her day out yesterday. We had a lovely chinwag, and she massaged some pain-gel into the areas I could not reach, bless her cotton socks.

She really did look fantastic today! XXX

BG2I got back to the flat, to find yet another repeat red-demand from the British Gas morons! And the INR Warfarin blood level result.

Booked next appointment for the INR test for Tuesday next – unfortunately once again they could only give me one for 1215hrs. But never mind. At least I got in for the right day. This time means I can’t et out to do anything early, and it’s too late to get anything done when I collapse so early in the day. Humph!

Then, I updated my complaint on TrustPilot. The top statement on the letter was “Call us about the money you owe!”

The Trust Pilot now reads:

Charged for a non-existent meter on another account number with my name

I am getting on a bit and moved into a Nottingham City Homes high-rise aided-flats.
I set-up a direct debit to pay British Gas and almost a year later received a demand from them for another account number that had my name and correct address on it.

Being partially deaf, I asked Deana, the warden, who contacted BG, and almost two hours later, they told her that this account would be closed on 7th June 2016.

On the 7th of July 2016, another letter arrived asking if I had forgotten to pay this bill?
Julie, the other warden, rang them to try and sort this out, but it took so long, her going home time arrived. Seems I may have to pay to have the second (Non-existent) meter removed/disconnected?

Four days later, I managed to get Deana to ring again. Eventually, again, they informed her that the account would be closed.

I now wait nervously for the next ‘Reminder’.

Well well well… The following Saturday – Oh, Marvelous! French Owned British Gas, who last week told Warden Deana the Electricity Bill would be scrapped for the second time, have sent me a Red Letter Bill with threats now! Losing me credit rating – demanding the £250+ I don’t owe them!

So frustrated, I did a post about them and put it on Facebook, LinkedIn and on WordPress too!

So annoyed with them for lying to my warden twice now! Grrr!

So, another demand arrives, and my aided-flat warden had had to ring them again for me.

Warden Deana told me once again, the account is to be closed, and I have nothing to worry about. (Humph!)

Now, a few days later today, I get another demand for this non-existent meter with my name on it, once again for the £250.32.
“Call us about the money you owe” is the headline on it!

The replacement the ticker, angina and sticking reflux valve are not happy with this extra unwarranted hassle from British Gas, especially after Deana rang them for I think the fourth time – now I have to bother her again for the fifth time. After being told on every occasion, the account would be closed.
My health is suffering over this, and enough is enough! I will be seeking legal advice as recommended by the medical staff.

When and if I ever feel up to it!
All I want is peace and a hassle-free existence.
Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit, I understand, but my patience is getting thin.

I hope I don’t snuff it before this is sorted.
Where can I get some help on this, can anyone help?

The absolute Swines! Doing my heart, duodenal ulcer no favours at all! I didn’t think I could be filled with so much anger and frustration nowadays, but thanks to British Gas, I know I can!

I put the black bean nosh in the oven to have with me boiled potatoes later.

Tried to get on with the funny ode and graphics about showering and going to see Olive. But the renewed hassle made concentrating very difficult, got some of it done, but not much. However, I persisted and got it finished after about 4 hours.

Panic! The meal in the oven! I rushed into the kitchen to find I had not turned the oven on (Just as well innit?).

Back to the graphicalisationing while the fodder cooked.

P1110442No bad at all, and again I had no bread with the meal.

Rated this one at 9.24/10.

The usual fatigue came over me.

I got the nibbles ready in the bag for the Tenants Social Hour in the morning, must remember to take the British Gas Bill with me in case I see Deana.

Oh, the Asda order coming twixt 0700>0900hrs too.

Took the medications late, due to me spending far too much time on the internet. Huh!

Watch some TV… a lot of TV. Got up to finish this post off. Because Virgin Media might be cutting us off for a day to allow for mobile upgrading?

Nodded off into dreamland…

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