I received the Warning Letter from the Property Owner last Thursday afternoon.
It's not worth the paper it is written on!
Apart from the mess she mentions, it's all bollocks.
My extention brackets aren't overloading the system and her insinuation that I still keep receipts in the meter cabinet are false.
I'd reply in my defence but I can't be arsed. Perhaps I should be arsed. Oh my printer why aren't you fecking working?????
What kind of a threat is it? The woman doesn't have a leg to stand on. I am not her tenant. I'm already in a process of eviction from the property, the possession order delivered by my landlord, the housing association, last Christmas.
I should have pointed this out to her when she and her bully partner came round two weeks ago but I'll get my chance again. She's coming to oversee the electrician does a decent job next Monday.
I'll have a "witness" this time. Wooooo!
Saturday, 10 April 2010
Take it, paper!
Take it, take it
you could do worse
Take it, take it
it's not a curse
Take it, take it
you won't get hurt
It's just a little mamma
getting rid of dirt
(scratched with inkless nib on Feint Ruled Sheets)
you could do worse
Take it, take it
it's not a curse
Take it, take it
you won't get hurt
It's just a little mamma
getting rid of dirt
(scratched with inkless nib on Feint Ruled Sheets)
Friday, 9 April 2010
0 profile views!
I know I said I'd speak no more of profile views, but this is funny.
Just before I went away, I saw that I had 1200 profile views, then I looked to see how many I had when I logged in just now and it said 1301! I was like "wow". I hit it again because I couldn't believe it and it said 1302! I smiled. I hit the back button and looked again at "profile views" and it said 1303! Did it again: 1304! Laughed and thought how funny this was because I've been on 1200 for donkey's years, I went back and hit profile views again! Would I have gone on all night? I don't know! But when I hit it again:
0!!
Approximate views since 2009: 0!!
Blogspot, is this my welcome home? You are funny!!
Just before I went away, I saw that I had 1200 profile views, then I looked to see how many I had when I logged in just now and it said 1301! I was like "wow". I hit it again because I couldn't believe it and it said 1302! I smiled. I hit the back button and looked again at "profile views" and it said 1303! Did it again: 1304! Laughed and thought how funny this was because I've been on 1200 for donkey's years, I went back and hit profile views again! Would I have gone on all night? I don't know! But when I hit it again:
0!!
Approximate views since 2009: 0!!
Blogspot, is this my welcome home? You are funny!!
We're home!
My son's just left for the weekend. We've been back a few days.
A lovely Easter down at the folks but Sunday he declared he wanted to come back, for none of his cousins were there. I woke up Monday and didn't feel ready. What horrors awaited me back here? I asked my son if we could stay an extra day and go back Wednesday.
Reluctantly he agreed for I had now disappeared into my head and wasn't playing "catch" or kicking a ball around or drawing with him or anything. I did suggest I read to him but he wasn't interested in that.
By Tuesday night I was looking forward to coming back. We live here, both of us. It's not a busy life we have, full of social dates and stuff, but well, it's Home. This flat isn't Home, but it is home.
The sun came out for us! Two days we've been lolling around on the Heath - my son's enormous playground and the Saviour of my soul.
Yesterday he found some kids to play with and I sat reading a copy of the Big Issue. Today we headed up to Kenwood House. We had a picnic, we played 'tickle time', he clambered up the brilliant clamber tree, he found a huge stick and pretended it was a javelin. Hours we were up there. I had my notebook but nope, stiggers just wanted to whisper in my ear while I gazed at my child.
I barely wrote at my folks. Did on the train down and although yet to write the bilge I left behind, you may have read it already, for I will copy it down at some point!
Then I wanted to write but my pen ran out. With an inkless nib I scratched a poem onto the paper and then scratched no more, pointless really! I'll shove that poem on here too - I'll call it "Take it, paper!"
My boy's away this weekend, I've only plans to meet Issy and Annie tomorrow evening. Plenty of time to write therefore!
Oh stiggers, I'm glad we're back!!
A lovely Easter down at the folks but Sunday he declared he wanted to come back, for none of his cousins were there. I woke up Monday and didn't feel ready. What horrors awaited me back here? I asked my son if we could stay an extra day and go back Wednesday.
Reluctantly he agreed for I had now disappeared into my head and wasn't playing "catch" or kicking a ball around or drawing with him or anything. I did suggest I read to him but he wasn't interested in that.
By Tuesday night I was looking forward to coming back. We live here, both of us. It's not a busy life we have, full of social dates and stuff, but well, it's Home. This flat isn't Home, but it is home.
The sun came out for us! Two days we've been lolling around on the Heath - my son's enormous playground and the Saviour of my soul.
Yesterday he found some kids to play with and I sat reading a copy of the Big Issue. Today we headed up to Kenwood House. We had a picnic, we played 'tickle time', he clambered up the brilliant clamber tree, he found a huge stick and pretended it was a javelin. Hours we were up there. I had my notebook but nope, stiggers just wanted to whisper in my ear while I gazed at my child.
I barely wrote at my folks. Did on the train down and although yet to write the bilge I left behind, you may have read it already, for I will copy it down at some point!
Then I wanted to write but my pen ran out. With an inkless nib I scratched a poem onto the paper and then scratched no more, pointless really! I'll shove that poem on here too - I'll call it "Take it, paper!"
My boy's away this weekend, I've only plans to meet Issy and Annie tomorrow evening. Plenty of time to write therefore!
Oh stiggers, I'm glad we're back!!
Thursday, 1 April 2010
I am my Cave
Velveteen Mind has written a fantastic post titled Enter Your Cave. She describes her own and asks if the reader has one. She mentions Clarissa Pinkola's Este's Women Who Run With The Wolves, of which I'm a great fan. She also made me think.
Stigmum is my cave. My cave is Stigmum. I write myself into black holes, I write my way out of them. My cave is turbulent place, with jagged edges where I must mind my head. I will write and write and write until I climb out into the light, then I will remember it always as a peaceful oasis, as I was once, in the beginning.
For now though I am going to leave my blog to be with my child for a little while. I will take Stigmum with me; I will take a pen. My notebook is blue; the colour of Mary's Veil, which is quite apt given the Season!
I hope I come back to you, whoever you are, which I guess is a way of saying I hope I can come back to me, whoever I am.
I wish you all a Happy Easter.
Stigmum is my cave. My cave is Stigmum. I write myself into black holes, I write my way out of them. My cave is turbulent place, with jagged edges where I must mind my head. I will write and write and write until I climb out into the light, then I will remember it always as a peaceful oasis, as I was once, in the beginning.
For now though I am going to leave my blog to be with my child for a little while. I will take Stigmum with me; I will take a pen. My notebook is blue; the colour of Mary's Veil, which is quite apt given the Season!
I hope I come back to you, whoever you are, which I guess is a way of saying I hope I can come back to me, whoever I am.
I wish you all a Happy Easter.
The electrician's' coming back
The property owner called this morning to say the electrician was coming back to 'finish the job properly'. She asked whether I'd be in tomorrow. I told her I wouldn't be, I was going to my parents and I would be leaving early because it's Good Friday and I'm going to take my son to church.
Oh la la la la la and "it's got to get done" and "I'm not paying the electrician until it is" la la la.
"It's the Easter holidays and I'm going away....no I don't know when I'll be back." (She's always telling me I can't always get what I want which iritates me but this time I'm not going to let her or her bully boy partner give me grief) "It's not an emergency. There's no flood, there are no sparks. It can wait."
The electrician calls while I'm in Sainsbury's and tells me she's been "moaning" at him for "half an hour". We both have a good moan, we come to an understanding that he'll come a week on Monday. Happy, happy all sorted and if property owner is not happy, well, too bad really. I won't tell her she can't always get what she wants because I don't want to start a habit of patronising people.
Believe what you want.
The electrician is quite lovely. The electrician is also married. It's good to know these things!
Oh la la la la la and "it's got to get done" and "I'm not paying the electrician until it is" la la la.
"It's the Easter holidays and I'm going away....no I don't know when I'll be back." (She's always telling me I can't always get what I want which iritates me but this time I'm not going to let her or her bully boy partner give me grief) "It's not an emergency. There's no flood, there are no sparks. It can wait."
The electrician calls while I'm in Sainsbury's and tells me she's been "moaning" at him for "half an hour". We both have a good moan, we come to an understanding that he'll come a week on Monday. Happy, happy all sorted and if property owner is not happy, well, too bad really. I won't tell her she can't always get what she wants because I don't want to start a habit of patronising people.
Believe what you want.
The electrician is quite lovely. The electrician is also married. It's good to know these things!
"I'm going to call the fire brigade"
The property owner called last night asking if she could come round to check the new fuse box the electrician had installed.
9pm she turned up. I was knackered watching any old rubbish on TV until my Wednesday favourites started.
She was not happy. There was a screw top missing on the face panel which itself didn't look secure. A cable was stopping the door which can't close, from closing. Nor had the electrician cleaned up after himself. She said she'd get him to come back.
I went back to sitting on the sofa and just let her get on with her investigations.
She came into the room and started poking about the sockets again.
"Did you get my warning letter?"
"No, not yet."
"You know you really have to do something about this, it's a very dangerous fire hazard."
"You haven't come to lecture me again have you?" I ask flatly.
"Yes I have. What's this?!" as she picks up a postcard off the armchair next to the telly stand stacked with my son's video's. She then taps the extension bracket sitting on a filing cabinet behind the stand and next to said armchair.
"You put that there. Those brackets have four sockets designed to take four plugs. It's perfectly safe. Two electricians told me."
"I'm going to have to call the firebrigade and get someone to come and talk to you."
"Do what you want."
Oh to be past caring about something. It's so nice.
She left and I settled down to watch Mad Men. They've gone and scheduled Damages on the same night so I've had to sacrifice Desperate Housewives. As it turned out, I missed the flipping lot because I fell asleep and woke up again at midnight.
Funny though, not so long ago I told you I was mad and desperate. I may aswell admit I'm damaged too! What a comfort, Wednesday night telly!
I'm also quite excited at the prospect of a fireman coming round, have to say. He might be really gorgeous! He might be really strong! He might understand.
9pm she turned up. I was knackered watching any old rubbish on TV until my Wednesday favourites started.
She was not happy. There was a screw top missing on the face panel which itself didn't look secure. A cable was stopping the door which can't close, from closing. Nor had the electrician cleaned up after himself. She said she'd get him to come back.
I went back to sitting on the sofa and just let her get on with her investigations.
She came into the room and started poking about the sockets again.
"Did you get my warning letter?"
"No, not yet."
"You know you really have to do something about this, it's a very dangerous fire hazard."
"You haven't come to lecture me again have you?" I ask flatly.
"Yes I have. What's this?!" as she picks up a postcard off the armchair next to the telly stand stacked with my son's video's. She then taps the extension bracket sitting on a filing cabinet behind the stand and next to said armchair.
"You put that there. Those brackets have four sockets designed to take four plugs. It's perfectly safe. Two electricians told me."
"I'm going to have to call the firebrigade and get someone to come and talk to you."
"Do what you want."
Oh to be past caring about something. It's so nice.
She left and I settled down to watch Mad Men. They've gone and scheduled Damages on the same night so I've had to sacrifice Desperate Housewives. As it turned out, I missed the flipping lot because I fell asleep and woke up again at midnight.
Funny though, not so long ago I told you I was mad and desperate. I may aswell admit I'm damaged too! What a comfort, Wednesday night telly!
I'm also quite excited at the prospect of a fireman coming round, have to say. He might be really gorgeous! He might be really strong! He might understand.
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