I do. Watch Campbell Live every night. Recorded on MySky.
I'm frozen. There's a letter from EQC sitting on my table and I don't want to open it. It arrived this morning, and I know what's in it because EQC rang me a couple of days ago to say they were sending, I think, a 'package'. It would explain how they work out how much excees I have to pay for my repairs.
I froze when they rang, realising I would have to find the pile of e-mail printouts, and notes of phone conversations. Just thinking about those times is making me feel shaky. I never received anything back then mentioning an excess - I read about it in the paper some time ago.It will be a minimum of $200, and is based on the cost of the repairs.
Just writing this has unfrozen me enough to open the letter from EQC, and it's not the 'package' after all. It's an acknowledgement of a request I made for information about the cost of my repairs - it is an OIA.
The thing about all this is that my house wasn't badly damaged, the repairs have been done, after my doctor wrote to say that indeed my mental state was unsteady. (similar houses round me had been repaired) All in all I was, and am, extremely lucky. So if *I* froze just having to think about EQC, talk to them, have them back in my life, then how are those feeling whose claims are still being 'processed'?
Thanks for your story Greg.
Emma - I feel punched in the gut at your news. One of those times I want to scream "Not fair!!!".
I'm emanating positive thoughts to you, and I'll be reading your novel.
BenWilson puts in nicely "Usually it's just the death business". Yes, Business, Commerce is what it's all about. All sing "Money makes the world go 'round"
And thank you Marc C for putting up the link to Loretta Napoleoni.
81 first column - thank you for explaining some of the information many of us need in discussing Middle East 'problems'.
Thank you. All clear now.
So what's the man to do with his book? Burn it? Sell it? Soak it in Chlorogene?
I'm not fascinated by KDC, though I must admit to a fascination with the desire/need to associate, or not, with him.
I'm still appalled at the memory of helicopters and the whole gogogo scene at his house. I was appalled last night with the TV3 news, then nauseated by Gower.
Huge sigh!! It's only a small amount per month, but I've finally figured out how to do it. I once used Paypal, in 2012, with a different address, no longer used. For a simple old lady like me it's been just too much for me to work out - they wanted my old security questions. Favourite teacher ?I dunno. Favourite restaurant? Tee hee.
So I've done an automatic payment from my bank, with an end date 1 year from now.
PA has been too important in my life, especially since my lovely died, for me to think of not having it.
I just logged on so I could post something after I read someone's comment about 'resilient' (I have loathed that word for the last 2 years), and now I can't think of anything to say. I'm feeling so sad, fighting unhelpful guilt because I live in Opawa, just around the corner from the river and the bridge. Guilt because, as with the quakes, my house is OK. I am OK. I had no idea about the flooding until I ventured out on Wednesday afternoon to post a parcel and was told about the canoe in the flood just down the road. And yes I know the guilt is irrational, but when I read Isobel, Hebe, and Ian and others I feel...helpless.
I'm off for a walk to the church by the bridge to see what I can do.
Emma, thank you for all three stories. Egypt always fascinated me, as it did everyone I think. Hearing, as a kid, stories of the place from soldiers returned from the war (WW2 !!) fed a hunger to go there. But I never did, and now I guess I never will. But I feel I've seen something of the real place.