I’m gonna die mad about it

You guys, I’m in a snit. Again.

And y’know, it will be fine, I’ll huff here for a bit and then I’ll go snuggle foster cats and get the fuck over it, but STILL. FEELINGS.

I woke up this morning to a dead water pump, and only half the lights in the bus working. FINE, right, we’ve had this issue before, and I just need to jump the battery underneath the bus which runs the lights and pump and other 12v shit.

And sure, let’s not get into how I’m still learning all the little custom quirks of how the bus is wired, like the two 12v batteries linked together to make things run, even when we’re plugged into electricity (yay! electricity!) and the whole battery chargers hooked into them to keep them running and yada yada.

The last time this happened I had to ring the previous owner to be walked through fixing it. This time, I’m a PRO right? I know how to jump the battery, reset the charger, hurray, LECCY.

But it took me an hour to find the jumper leads (yes, we’d put them somewhere very sensible – but not back in the car they used to live in). Then I jumped the battery – WHICH MIND YOU involved awkward climbing into the engine bay of the bus, and then some wiggling – all good! Hurray!

Except five minutes later instead of charging happily, the dead battery error was back. And when I jumped it a second and third time, naah bro, the battery has been depleted too many times and is dead buried cremated. (Australian’s will get that joke). A string of weather below freezing must have been the last straw and she has carked it.

So. Today’s job – provided we have spare car batteries somewhere (and I DO NOT THINK WE DO, hurray) – is to replace the dead battery with a good new battery! And probably replace the other battery too, because why the fuck not. (I mean, it’s ALSO good practise to keep linked batteries at the same level of not-deadness, I’m sure I remember someone telling me that)

And right, here’s what I’m mad about.

Yet again, someone the other day accused us of burning down our house for the Insurance Money. Like they think we were well insured. Like they think it’s something ANYONE SANE WOULD EVER DO.

And yes, I’m fucking mad about it, I’ll never ever stop being mad about it. Because MY DUDES, we did not come out of this better off. Living in a bus has NOT improved my life or my mental health or my grip on fucking sanity.

And I KNOW that every accusation is a confession, because of course they’d fucking do that shit. Narrowly get the kids out of the burning building, escape with foster kittens inside your shirt, nearly die, murder a cat, euthanise a dog, ruin everything. FUCKING SURE.

But this is not winning. Even if my fucking insurance had been THREE TIMES AS MUCH I would STILL be coming out behind. Because I lost EVERYTHING. We were insured for about 1/4 of what we should have been, because insurance premiums when you’re running a business out of your home are FUCKED and even worse when it’s a “chemical manufacturing business”. Fuck you.

And you motherfuckers are not helping, or improving my life. I am going to die mad about the fire. It is fucked. I hope you never have to go through it. But I also hope you stub your little toe on every single piece of furniture you walk past.

Now I have to go budget for new fucking batteries. And maybe teach Sabine the foster kitten about the joys of head kissing.

EDIT: 1.30pm The battery has magically started charging again! SAVED. Sure, the water isn’t working yet, but the lights are back! My father was right, swearing at things DOES WORK.

(Batteries are still gonna need replacing, but I have been given a minute to organise this!)

Edit 2: Battery is charging so slowly and so awfully that I have no 12v lights! Thankfully we have a few 240v lights so I’m not literally in the dark. Sigh.