HOUSING IN DISARRAY. Evilstein pushed my door at 8.30 a.m. yesterday (no need to knock; the door swings in - as I said, no lock, no bolt, no catch even) ... then he started yelling "You were meant to be at the council yesterday. You are on the line!! On the line!! Of all your stuff out!! Out!! On the street!!"
Anyway then he went. I confronted him outside and asked for this in writing. No can do (no reason; though Mother Hubbs, I think put her finger on it when she speculated that the guy cannot read. Anyway then I went to his manager's office and demanded this in writing. This they would not do. I moved my "important papers" (well some of them) to Mother Hubbs's garden shed.
Then in the afternoon I went to the council. The Vietnamese-looking lady who "assisted" me looked at me like I was a space alien. Kept telling people on the phone I was "vulnerable" and "confused-looking" ...
Well all I can do is quote two songs:
1: ".... strawberry fields ... nothing is real ..."
2: "Don't worry be happy."
Is that confused?
No. The world is confused. I am not.
Cheerio!
8 hours ago
4 comments:
Ehm, so you moved out or....?
That landlord sounds like a right ....! (fill in with every appropriate 4 letter derogative term suitable)
Hope you get a roof over you soon Gledwood - it's looking like it wants to rain any moment now in London!
The rest of the world isn't just confusing, it's completely nuts sometimes.
Oh dear poor Gleds, you are not being treated right at all. At every stage you must kick up the most massive fuss possible and I reckon if getting you out is above so difficult this complete twat will run way scared. You may be down on your luck but you have rights. I mean on what grounds exactly does this geezer want to evict you? Anyway hang on in there!
Thinking of you
sad x
Thanks for your messages. I've just posted the "latest" situation anew (who's to say that won't change ...) Hopefully - and God-willing - it will not.
Obla-D, obla-dar: life goes on. Tra-la-la-la-la-la life goes on!
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