Next to P the builder, my project management skills are
pretty thin on the ground.
Before the renovation commenced, we decided to replace the
back fence. It’s painted mission brown and over the years the cross bars have
been reduced to twigs. The fence is shared with the neighbour on our side and
also runs along the driveway of the house behind.
The neighbour on our side thought it was a good idea as his
fence is falling into his backyard. The house behind is a rented property so we
wrote a letter, attached a few quotes and sent it off to the agent. While we
were hot on good suggestions we added that with the fence down, we could get
rid of their ugly ivy that is sucking out the mortar from our brick shed. We
clinked glasses of a good Shiraz over our brilliant letter, sure we’d get a
rapid response.
.
After a month and a few nudges, Z from the real estate agent
wrote back to tell us that the owner was perfectly happy with the fence the way
it was and was insulted that we had called the exotic and much loved creeper,
ivy. The fence coupled with the exotic creeper gave a rustic feel to the
property that would be difficult to emulate if anything changed.
I think the owner might have confused rustic bliss with
rural poverty. If I had his number I would have rung and suggested that a few
rusted out EH Holdens down the driveway would look just the thing.
Instead I stewed for a little while. Then I got in touch with the Alternate
Dispute Resolution Centre. Now there’s a wonderful funded organisation. On our
behalf they sent a letter suggesting we all get together for a bit of mediation
on how to solve the problem.
I was feeling pretty smug.
Soon after receiving the letter, lo and behold, the rented
property owners agreed to a new fence. A very friendly letter from Z the real
estate agent addressed to me also said that the neighbour’s illegal bee-keeping
activities had been reported to the council and that he could expect a hefty
fine.
I wrote back complaining that informing me of this was a
breach of privacy.
Z didn’t reply.
The neighbour transferred his bees into legal bee boxes,
complaining all the while. They might be legal but the bees still swarm. So
there wasn’t much of a win there. Our builder said we were nuts to discuss the
creeper, which he mistakenly kept calling ivy, with the neighbour – and poisoned
it.
Then we got a bit carried away with renovations and found
ourselves house sitting at other places (see previous blogs).
All in all, I didn’t contact the fencer until February.
Still, I thought he would be thrilled in being nominated the winning quote. Instead,
he said, that his prices had increased since the quote and that no, he couldn’t
tell me what the new amount would be without remeasuring. This didn’t make
sense to me as although his prices had increased, our properties had remained
exactly the same size. Maybe he had taken all those headlines like ‘expanding
real estate market’ literally. Anyway, it is not up to me to tell a fencer his
business and I welcomed a new measure and quote.
He didn’t turn up.
The renovation was complete but our back fence remained the
same. I rang up the fencer. He said that he was depressed and couldn’t face
life as a fencer anymore. We had quite a chat and soon I could understand that
a lifetime of digging holes and sawing planks could have its downside. As
well., there were of course disputes between neighbours (tell me about it) when
they couldn’t agree on who would have the cross bar on their side or how high
the fence should be. He had to negotiate many an argument, when all he was paid
for was putting up fences. And now he was sick of it and he wouldn’t put up a
fence for me under any circumstances.
So I got some more quotes from another fencer who seemed
extremely keen, turning up in the pouring rain to measure up.
Then I waited another six weeks while the owners of the
rented property mulled over the new quotes. They were around $15 cheaper than the quotes they had
previously agreed to, so I could understand the extra time required.
Finally they agreed and the fencer said he’d start last
Wednesday – 4 July.
Of course, he hasn’t turned up yet.