The saga of having James Leong as our landlord continues. Just when I thought having heat again was becomming a reality, we lose that priviledge as they redo the floors downstairs with more toxic varnish. I am so sick of the sweetly toxic smell. My toothbush tastes like it, our bottled water tastes like it, the apples that were on the table taste like it.
Still no exhaust fan. Today the workers actually did the floor just before they left at 5 with the windows mostly shut. I opened the windows downstairs a little.
My mother, the director of Channel 4 Call for Action, just gave him a call requesting we get to stay in a hotel tonight. He is sending the foreman down to check out the situation.
I wish the rapture would just happen now and Jim Leong, the landlord, could get judged for his treament of others.