The Battle of the Washer/Dryer, continued...
So I was told to expect a call no later than Monday morning to let me know when they were coming with the replacement. I had also sent to the landlord photos of the cabinet issue, and the bit about the bad connection under the sink, etc. for his information about the quality of the work that had been done so far. In addition to the machine being the wrong one.
So I got up at 7:30 yesterday (Monday) to sit near the phone. By noon no phone call had come in. I sent an email to the vendor, cc the landlord, as I didn't have a direct phone number for the vendor. Said we hadn't heard anything, so we assumed the unit had not arrived to them and would not be delivered that day. And that we were going out and I do not carry a cell phone, so if they need to call please do so and leave a message on the answering machine as to when they would be coming - what day and time. There would be no way to reach me while I was out, but I was fine with any day and time this week. Just let me know what it was going to be.
I got a passive-aggressive email response from the vendor saying that the reason I didn't hear from them was that the unit had not arrived. It had to come from England and had not arrived in their warehouse. It is their practice to not phone to make appointments until they have the unit in-hand. They went on at some length explaining that.
WTF? Ok, so like I don't really care. The sole purpose of my message to them was to let them know that I do not carry a cell phone, that we were going out for the afternoon, and that they could just leave a message to let us know when they were coming, if they needed to.
So I responded back that it was fine, but that, once again, if they needed to reach us to just phone and leave a message. And that if they needed me to call them back to be sure to
leave a phone number. I would get back in touch when we got back in.
So we went out, had a cup of tea and did some errands. We were out about four hours. Came back to three missed phone calls. One was from a colleague of the letting agents, who left a rather garbled message with an unclear phone number (but we did sort it out). Phoned him back, but he was away from the office. Found an email arrived from the letting agent saying he was in meetings all day so he was delegating the info on the leak and the cabinet to his minion. Letting Agent Minion said in his phone message that he was sending the email and photos on to the vendor and that it would be all sorted out in the next few days. In my original message to the letting agent, the one with the photos attached, I asked him what they wanted to do about the non-aligned cabinet doors. Said it didn't bother me excessively, but that they might have problems with the next tenant or showing the place. That issue wasn't addressed in the minion's email or voicemail. Left a message for Minion with the person who answered his phone. Was told to expect him to phone this morning, first thing. (It's now 10:30am, no phone call.)
One message was from the vendor's person, asking to give them a call. No phone number left on the machine. The third was a hang-up. As we get virtually no phone calls, I assume this was also from the vendor or one of his employees.
SO, once again I emailed the vendor and let them know that I do not carry a cell phone, that we were back in the flat for a bit and had received a message from them, but that there was no "call-back" number left, although they requested a call back. (Jeezus!) And that we were going out again shortly to run another errand. So a half-hour later they called back. The Daughter took the call. The message was that they would phone THIS morning to let me know when to expect the installers. (sigh).
So I set my alarm for 7:30 again. (I stay up very late most nights, so that allowed me a good four hours' of sleep. Again.) At 8:30 they phoned to say they'll be here this afternoon. Whoopie. (notice the lack of enthusiasm there). I think the guy who phoned this morning was the guy who couldn't get the door to fit properly because the machine was too big (depth-wise) for the allocated space.
I still have no idea what the letting agent/landlord wants to do about the quality of the workmanship if it's not up to snuff. But I'm to the point of not caring. I've notified them of what went on. It's supposed to be fixed today. If they "fix" it badly, I'll let the landlord know and it's on them. We're leaving in a few months and I've already wasted too much of my time on this nonsense.
At this point, I just want to be able to do my freaking laundry. Without further faff.

The Daughter says that she has seen statistics that something like one in five people in this country have some degree of fetal alcohol syndrome. I used to laugh at her, saying it couldn't be true.