All terrain wheelchair Vs builder, agent with bits thrown in

The all terrain wheelchair is a very unhappy
After 8 weeks work on my 2 bed flat is no where near being finished. It took over two years to get to a grant stage, so by this standard work on my SMALL two bed flat should take another 2 months.
I will outline the proposed works
Widen 4 internal doorways
Fit two sliding doors to storage space.
Remove my existing shower and make it at floor level then fit closomat loo.
Rewire flat.
Fit new rear sliding doors.
Raise part of rear patio.

This is not 8 weeks work for a team of builders, especially since we moved out for 2 1/2 weeks so they had an empty house and a clear run. On my return I was appalled to see a building site, no in fact a tip. No much worse, but I would have to use too many expletives.

The upshot is that the original agent (who passed the work???) is not to set foot in the flat " my wife's quote" and we have an area manager agent. The work is now confirmed as "poor" technical jargon for "shit" and it will have to be redone a third time. A THIRD TIME!
On completion I will be taking this whole matter further. this is a systemic problem and I dread to think how many vulnerable people have been subjected to the same appalling treatment. On the face of it there seems to be a very 'comfortable" relationship between the parties, to the detriment of the poor sod of a client. The ethos from these people is "hang em high, and let them be grateful". This makes me angry.

I am on the edge, my batteries need charging but i dont even want to get the charger, life is problematic enough on an everyday basis. I have lost weeks from work and so has my wife. I struggle to make a living as it is.
Facing the work being done again fills me with dread. I have insisted that only real trades people are on site. I think I had a meltdown a couple of days ago and I am still mentally ragged. This is my technospeak for "I'm f###ed".

Yesterday I went for a walk in the woods. I love woodland, I love the rice crispy crunch of twigs under my wheels, I love being able to blast around at full speed anywhere I want, I love the peace and tranquility, I love the forced "hello" from walkers. It is a restorative.
After my 2 hour woodland ramble I when to Sainsbury for some food. I bumped into a chap selling the big issue. I have seen him many times while I trundle down the high street. This time I stopped and said hello, asked him how he was and engaged in a little conversation. Oh and bought a copy.
By the time I got back home I was a little revived, with my dread in the back of my head. That's the best I've got a the moment. Suppose that I'll get the charger now.

As we speak I am receiving electro shock therapy, ( I plugged my charger in), I will be good to go again. Ok back to some invoicing, what joy. But the woodlands are calling me tomorrow morning.



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All terrain wheelchair out and about in Malvern

My life started with my Four X all terrain wheelchair. The entropy that used to be my life, gave way to some order and continues to fall into place. Perhaps it's causal, in which an action or event will produce a certain response to the action in the form of another event. What?
My Four X makes my life better and I feel that I can do anything I set things in progress, I am in charge of my own slightly chaotic destiny.


My application for my flat to be made wheelchair accessible has been going on for more than two years now. Perhaps it's been closer to three, and more like four that it's been floating around in my mushed up head. That's how long I have been waiting to have my flat wheelchair adapted. I have not been about to get into my bathroom for three years. I've forgotten what it's like. I am pretty tired of washing and brushing my teeth in the sink. So I have had to move out during the work. My choice initially seemed to be a premier in for two weeks. I have nothing against premier inns, I use them a lot while demonstrating my all terrain wheelchair.
So I am in Malvern in a cottage, in the middle of nowhere (which is lovely) connected to the world and work via shamanic wifi.
I have just come back from an 8-10 mile jog in my wheelchair. Well I suppose it started as looking for some trekking, obviously I got lost, hit a road, and ending up road running a long way round. It was great, but bloody cold, wind chill!
The other great thing I found was a pub called The Green Dragon, winner of best real ale pub, or something like that.
I will let you know how things develop.