LIFE AIN'T NO BOWL OF CHERRIES. NOR OF STRAWBERRIES, NEITHER!
I'm well aware of that.
But I was right in quoting the Beatles in that confusional post below.
Because I've just seen a man at the Council and it's true: nothing was real.
He's coming here tomorrow to see the state of this "house of horrors" I live in and witness for himself my lockless door. So the latest is: I'm not getting chucked out. I just need to keep the place tidy. A main reason it was untidy was: no security. Far safer to confuse your stuff in with junk than to live in a house with doors swinging open between front door and bedroom and a neatly arrayed selection of all that's dear to me and a message to the thieves: here it is; take your pick!
So that's the latest. The man is due round tomorrow afternoon.
And then, at long last, this whole soap-opera of a situation might finally be put to bed.
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THIS IS A COMMENT I GOT EARLIER ON:
Anonymous said...
um yea no offense but i dont even understand what the hell you're talking about.
18 July 2007 15:08
AND THIS IS MY REPLY:
I hope this makes the situation in clear for anyone coming in midway through (well: let's hope at the end of) the saga ...
Gledwood said...
i don't blame you
i've not known what was going on half the time
basically my entire house is a tip
my room was scruffy as well
i had enough stuff for an apartment, at one point, in one room
i've been chucking it out systematically
i don't get on with my neighbours (ie housemates but they don't share in rent or anything so neighbour is the best term)
they complained about me, blaming all the bad state of the house on me
a man from the local council, who provide this accommodation via a private landlord (it is a "bed & breakfast hostel") ... is coming tomorrow to see the house
and to see that e.g. i get a proper, operational lock put on my door etc
THAT is the soap opera
18 July 2007 16:27
Gledwood said...
ps: the beatles reference (ie "nothing is real") was for 2 reasons: 1 it felt so utterly surreal and 2 i knew i have not been getting the whole story; ie being told first we are all out, we all must obtain alternative accommodation from the council then only me and laundretta (the neighbour i don't get on with) are out, then only seemingly i am out (to be honest i don't have a clue about laundretta but she's so vocal i'm sure the whole world would know if she was out on her ear) ... landlords refused to put anything in writing ... and as per usual different people and departments know, don't know, say and have failed to communicate different things so it was not until today that the situation felt anywhere near to becoming resolved ...
and that's as much as i know so far 18 July 2007 16:35
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OK KIDS, WANNA SEE "STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOR EVER"?
Click here for the original Beatles' (v home-made-looking) cinecam promo video.
Click here for Candyflip's 1990s remake.
and
Click here for a 1960s possibly Beatles-voiced cartoon that I've only seen the beginning of, but I think it gets quite psychedelic ...
um yea no offense but i dont even understand what the hell you're talking about.
ReplyDeleteFinally you get to stay, Gled! :)
ReplyDeletei don't blame you
ReplyDeletei've not known what was going on half the time
basically my entire house is a tip
my room was scruffy as well
i had enough stuff for an apartment, at one point, in one room
i've been chucking it out systematically
i don't get on with my neighbours (ie housemates but they don't share in rent or anything so neighbour is the best term)
they complained about me, blaming all the bad state of the house on me
a man from the local council, who provide this accommodation via a private landlord (it is a "bed & breakfast hostel) ... is coming tomorrow to see the house
and to see that e.g. i get a proper, operational lock put on my door etc
THAT is the soap opera
ps: the beatles reference (ie "nothing is real") was for 2 reasons: 1 it felt so utterly surreal and 2 i knew i have not been getting the whole story; ie being told first we are all out, we all must obtain alternative accommodation from the council then only me and laundretta (the neighbour i don't get on with) are out, then only seemingly i am out (to be honest i don't have a clue about laundretta but she's so vocal i'm sure the whole world would know if she was out on her ear) ... landlords refused to put anything in writing ... and as per usual different people and departments know, don't know, say and have failed to communicate different things so it was not until today that the situation felt anywhere near to becoming resolved ...
ReplyDeleteand that's as much as i know so far
woooohooo Gled - glad to hear you are not getting evicted.
ReplyDeletenow go tidy that room!
Hi Gleds
ReplyDeleteI hope the council man sorts stuff out as its very stressful worrying about being chucked out all the time. And just to say because you are on drugs I don't think you are bad just very unlucky and unfortunate with perhaps a few unwise choices along the line of who you mixed with. However things could be on the up dramatically if you do something about the rehab.
all the best mate
keep going little by little
sad x
Sounds like things may be improving for you! I can only imagine how unsettling the last few days must have been for you.
ReplyDeleteI'm very happy for you Gleds :-) Hopefully this guy will get that lock sorted quickly. How happy must you be knowing that people can't just storm into your room anymore :-)
ReplyDeleteOh you mention and honor The Beatles in this post.
ReplyDeleteI AM SO GIDDY NOW! OR AM I HIGH? NO, JUST A BIT OF A BEATLEMANIAC HERE.