Found this in my bellybutton
Posts by Lee-ish
Found a picture of Bartimaeus as a kitten. She’s thrilled.
Be as open as possible and just play on the very real fact that long term psychological abuse isn’t tenable with pensioners especially and it needs resolving.
Councils have many issues to sort, keeping yours on top is good and so is annoying them as much as you are being.
Because said complainant was fucking awful to the council reps too, so it was obvious where the issue lay. There’s just so many hoops and protections which does help you here, but again, older folk don’t need and shouldn’t be getting such stress long term. Just keep on them to resolve
Especially with a previously good record and someone newer. They’re not daft really, their hands get tied at the council etc but they do visit and they can see when someone is being unreasonable in their actions like anyone else can, and that helps 100 percent.
I got a lot of support
Reason doesn’t often come into it sadly when it devolves so far. If it’s one complainant it’s just basically nonsense. No one else would complain on my behalf as they didn’t want the same nonsense as she was unhinged.
But yeah. I highly doubt anything official will happen ever
If you can’t deal directly. Try to get them to send a mediator and sort it, a third party to just get it to stop at source l somehow, anyhow, because the alternative is just one of the worst experiences you can endure.
Still took 3 years to get her evicted. Like I said, from my experience it’s near impossible for them to actually enact anything it seems, but that doesn’t save you from the bullshit of not being happy in your own home.
Squeaky wheel gets the grease though, NEVER stop contacting them
Yeah. If it happens it’s usually the case. The person I dealt with was a single woman with all sorts of issues who took an instant dislike to me for no reason. We had audio of her abusing, smashing stuff, music at 4am, just an endless list of actual proof and proven false reports on her end.
The quickest way to sort this is to convince the complainers. Easier said than done I’m aware but if it devolves too much or they’re pricks and won’t listen it’s torture. I know a fair bit of the process from experience sadly, so I can offer some general info but otherwise…
I will add that the process can be quicker or better with different councils. Mine was shit and I wouldn’t wish this sort of neighbour issue on anyone, it impacted every facet of my life but yeah. Whatever happens it’s not a quick process unless the people reporting are assuaged.
The positive is that without solid proof there’s largely nothing they will or can do mostly, so if it doesn’t exist then that’s covered.
The negative is that if they’re being pricks and vindictive reporting for whatever reason, it may not be resolved for a long long time.
Unfortunately it takes forever, which doesn’t help your mental health or the issue in the interim. I was on the other end of it and it took literal years to resolve, with sound equipment, police calls and just endless excuses and torment.
This was a person with prior conditions and known to them.
Memory popped from being in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch this time 6 years ago.
Went for lunch, and as you do I asked the guy behind the counter to pronounce where I was slowly so I could learn.
He looked at me like I was a fucking idiot and went “buuh-gerr kiiing ”.
Bartimaeus cannot sanction your buffoonery.
The tv licence people are getting proper sneaky
Decided I need a change in my life with how the last year has been for me.
All or nothing mantra an outlook so I’ve decided l'm either gonna win the euromillions this Friday, or become a hairdresser.
Get rich or try dyeing.
MFW someone keeps stopping and waiting for me to say “hmmm” or “yeah” every 2 minutes when they’re telling a story I couldn’t give a fuck about.
He knows what you did.
She thinks that’s perfect. When the feline overlords come to power you shall be spared.
I won’t tell her that, for your sake.
Bartimaeus would like to know what that is you’re eating and could she have some please.
It’s 18 degrees here so I’ve cut some leg holes in and popped on one of those net bags mini cheeses come in, in lieu of my boxer shorts.
I totally see the appeal of skirts and kilts now.
It’s like he’s been caught by the paparazzi through a side window in a massage parlour.
Got back from Austria last night and woke up with Oliver like this today.
Pets are the best.
When you’ve eaten too much, but someone mentions dessert
I sing that every morning
Warming up for spring and I thought I had some daffodils coming up, but they turned out to be fucking marigolds.