Cut and rip
It's been a patch. I seem to keep on saying this and I'm tired of repeating myself. I'm also working on rearranging my head to look on the bright side of life. It is easier said than done, sometimes.
Last Friday, mid-morning, I went into the garden to pick herbs for my market prep. Something wasn't quite right and there was broken white pipe lying around and this:
The metal sprinklers off the end of the hosepipes for the grey water system. But that was just the beginning. They'd also stolen the plug and the cable to the pump.
And:
The heavy gauge cable from the borehole pump's control panel had been cut, ripped out and the conduit damaged.
There had been another plug and cable: to the outside light which was also unplugged and the cable ripped from the light.
On the face of it, this is petty. However, replacing the underground cables means digging up. The borehole is a complicated thing so it's a professional job. That's a cost. So it must be an insurance claim, the value of which will far exceed the value that the thieves might have seen from the sale of those "bits and bobs".
In the meantime, I'm working hard on not feeling like a vulnerable victim and rather focusing on the good folk in the village who step up and who are as, if not more, enraged about intruders and the effect of not being able to water the garden is having on their handiwork. Yes, my gardener is very annoyed: he's proud of what he does in the garden and wants to see it thrive.
It's the little things that are big. I have to choose the good ones and do my best to keep the bad ones as very little.
Until next time
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That cable mess hurts, not just the garden, but the wallet, becuase digging up and bringing in a pro adds up fast. As an accountant, this feels like the classic case where the thieves made pennies and you get the big insurance excess and admin pain, very very unfair :( Still, the way you and the village rally is strong, I love how you are choosing the good folk and progress over the rage, and I dont say this lightly, that kind of steadiness keeps things going :)
That's exactly right. And I will be glad that/if my friendly local electrician gets the work rather than an imported provider.
Thank you for your good wishes.
Wrapping ones head around somethings does make life a little difficult to remain positive.
Insurance turned down claim for wall blown down by heavy wind, this week we start removing/replacing at own cost, keep smiling, grateful, still being able to cover cost not expected/anticipated.
Appears we all paddling a similar boat of late!
Thanks, Joan. Good luck with getting the wall sorted.
Constant change never knowing what is around the next corner, chin up and keep positive.