Rant first ….
Came down this morning to find a conservatory full of shattered glass. I didn’t hear a thing – most of it landed on the rug!
One of the inside panes in the roof had shattered, covering everything with glass shards. A south-facing pane, triangular in shape. My materials science training tells me that there must have been a tiny speck in the glass that on the mega-heating yesterday stressed the glass and on cooling later strained it making a crack propagate etc. It’s probably just one of those things…
I’m not sure whether I’m covered under my normal house buildings insurance – but I have a big excess on that which’ll be at least half the cost of replacing the unit, and of course they’ll put the premium up if I do claim, so that’s a non-starter.
- INSURANCE IS ONLY GOOD FOR THE BIG CLAIMS – THE LITTLE ONES AREN’T WORTH CLAIMING FOR!
Then I headed off to the website of that mountainous home improvements company who erected said structure. Guess what?
- EVEREST FOLDED IN JUNE. THEY ARE NOW EVEREST 2020!
They have no obligations on previous installations – despite guarantees etc. So my only course of action is to make a claim against the warranty insurance, which is still going, but requires mountains of paperwork and multiple repair quotes etc etc.
- HOW CAN COMPANIES BE ALLOWED TO DO THIS ???
One of the reasons I went with Everest when I had my conservatory re-glazed three years ago was because of the guarantees etc (plus the latest glass tech. and a competitive quote at the time – but that’s not the point here).
At least with the outside pane still intact, it is weatherproof. I’m sitting here trying to summon up enthusiasm for clearing up the broken glass – at the moment I’ve just shut the door on it! The poor cats can’t access their tree.
Changing to ramble mode now. Firstly, some Shiny Linkiness.
Shaw’s third DS Alexandra Cupidi novel is the best yet. Housing vs conservation is the main theme this time, with rather wonderful sections written from an old badger’s point of view. Brilliantly twisty, Cupidi’s daughter Zoë plays a good part this time, but it is Cupidi herself whose life is imperilled. Loved it. Read my full review HERE.
O’Connell’s follow up to his wonderful Wellcome Book Prize winning To Be a Machine (reviewed here) is a survey of end-of-the-world movements. From the right wing white fantasists that dominate the prepping movement, to the billionaires buying hideaways, planning to move to Mars, to wild retreats and Chernobyl tourism, this book has a different focus with O’Connell himself trying to come to terms with his personal anxiety about the future. Some absolutely fascinating scenarios and visions. Read my full review HERE.
…and finally, incoming…
Two of the squeeiest books ever which are going straight to the top of the pile – the last seven of my 20 Books will have to wait. The first is Virginie Despentes’ 2006 part feminist manifesto, part memoir Hong Kong Theory, newly translated by Frank Wynne for Fitzcarraldo Editions – so that will fit in with WIT Month. The second I’ve been waiting for ever since it was announced, The Glass Hotel by Emily St John Mandel. I bought myself the latter, so I could get the exclusive blue page edges and through Blackwell’s I got a signed copy – she’s got a strange signature.
Which to read first – what a wonderful quandary!