My local council
Just a whinge about my local council.
We got a new washing machine a few days ago as the old one packed up... quite noisily.
Obviously, we needed to dispose of the old one, so looked into council services. Yes, they do dispose of bulky items at a price and, yes, they can collect from inside our home. Good news because there's no way I could carry it down our long path with eleven steps!
So, on Friday morning I attempted to make use of the council's 'live chat' facility, pressed the button on their web site and... nothing. Tried several times without luck and so decided to telephone.
Yes, as you might guess, several buttons to press and then a bit of a wait for a human being. Eventually, a human answered and assured me that, yes, they can collect from our home. Wanted to take my credit card number for payment - good, things are moving but, oh no, computer says no! Apologies; our computer isn't working. Please call back this afternoon as it might be fixed.
Called again at four o'clock. 'Yes, the computer seems to be working now, please give me your credit card details again.' That done, and collection almost in the bag... and, 'Oh dear. The computer has stopped working'. She assured me that she would call me back on Monday morning. OK.
No call on Monday morning (as I confess I had half expected). 'Live chat' still not working. Telephoned once again, but this time a new development. The telephone message, as usual, informed me that they were very busy but this time they must have been even more very busy as I was then cut off. Tried again: same outcome. Still no return call all day, so I decided that was that.
Called a local scrap merchant found on our local Facebook page. 'Yes, will be there in three minutes.' Wow! 'How much do you charge?' 'Nothing'!
Arrived three minutes or so later. Sucked air through teeth and made some comment about the number of steps(!) but, when I apologised for forgetting to mention the steps and said I'd give him a tenner (half the cost of the council's 'services'), 'Right. Let's get on with it then!' and off it went.
Now I know what you may be thinking. Yes, it could be that he intends to fly tip it, although as he apparently doesn't charge I'd like to think that he is a genuine scrap merchant and sells on raw materials.
Even if it is fly-tipped, I don't care. The bloody useless council can tidy it up!