Tack Attack Cat Too!
First full day back, l was only gone for three days but it felt like a month! I will not be back in the house until sometime towards the end of the month when Suze is back from down under, although l am to attend the funeral service a week tomorrow. 200 mile round trip for half an hour! Bloody hell … in short a nightmare!
Dad’s house was filthy, it wasn’t just dust and dirt from the time he was ill, it was grime that had collected over a few years of a man not bothered about the state of the house, and probably longer than a few years. I am making him sound really terrible, and he wasn’t, but he simply didn’t bother with himself after his relationship broke up … albeit 20 years ago! But everything l handled left my hands mucky! I don’t think l have ever washed my hands as many times as l did in the three days l was there! So much so, that they are now dry as hell!
Today has most assuredly not gone as planned … l wanted to do this, and that and the other … no, no, not that other! Just another type of other, without it actually being the other – haven’t got any surplus energy at present for anything other than one other and not another other if you follow!
More paperwork, it’s a paper jungle in here at present, three full bags of more paperwork! I had to stop end last week, as my eyes just couldn’t take any more figures, facts, words and basic black and white blurb! I had shredded 2500 sheets and binned perhaps 10k worth, and in a handful of days had read quite possibly 50% of that content. In truth l still have behind me in the office – professional name for man’s den! Or more appropriately named Doodlepip’s and Dad’s Blog Cave – 8 full A4 double sized lever arch files filled with paperwork, however they hold Dad’s writing. I also found the core of Dad in so far as a box filled with his diaries since 1956 and considering the fact he was born in 38, that was him at 18, so l am eager to explore ‘the whirrings of young Frankenstein!’
[I am not going to tell my Sister l have them, due to a discovery only yesterday which did annoy me somewhat. She suddenly declared that all 200 photo albums were hers? I was astonished! “What on earth do you want with 200 photo albums? Surely l am allowed a looksee?”
“Well Dad said l could have them all, he said your memory was good enough for you, however l may let you have a look, what are you after?”
“Well l would like to look at the Malaysian years, l don’t want photos of people as l guess that is what you are after? But l am just astounded that you would want all of the albums, do you know how much space they occupy, and l thought you lived in a small flat?”
Because of her attitude, l am not going to mention the diaries. However she doesn’t read anyway, not being derrogative, but she doesn’t read anything at her own concession, so diaries would be no good to someone who just wants to look at pictures! Enough said. Plus if honest with the amount of time Dad spent with her and the grandkids, she probably knows him inside out anyway!]
The paperwork is most assuredly belonging to that of the elder monster, sounds bad, but if you saw what l have been reading in the last week, you might even agree.
My younger Sister was indeed his golden child, as indeed were her children, whilst the only Son, was viewed as something not much better than picking up dog shit on your shoe whilst on a journey out in the woods. It makes for pretty disheartening reading at times, and l can’t help but feel as l have said before, that he KNEW l would be reading this paperwork of his and he knew damn well that my Sister wouldn’t have the faintest of notions to do so, and of course that theory is working on the premise that he knew l would be reading the paperwork, there is of course the simple fact, that he really wasn’t expecting to be dead this year. Therefore he may well have doctored the papers to not show some of the stuff l have been seeing.
He could of taken my advice in 2015 to allow the solicitors to tackle the whole estate and will, however and typical to him, he had a complete lack of respect for solicitors which ironically stemmed from his stupid legal argument that finalised last year due to his refusal to pay £895 maintenance charges and he ended up paying £18000! He was the one who took them on board and because the battle lasted five years, he blames them for fleecing him and worse LOSING!
I have read that case paperwork sadly and the entire five+ year battle, and he was a fool, he should of just paid the smaller figure to save himself the bigger figure! But pride is a dangerous thing to some people and most assuredly to my Father. He was unabashedly and incredibly obnoxious to people in his correspondence! I am not surprised that so many people simply didn’t like him!
I finally finished the paperwork early this evening, and now have several piles on the floor, so that when l ring the solicitor tomorrow morning, l can gain easy access to what data he might require.
Yesterday morning before Suze and Doodlepip arrived early afternoon to collect me and take me home, l was cleaning out the linen cupboard and to my horror discovered mice had made a fairly hefty nest at the bottom of the top shelf pile and a couple of the suckers jumped out and made me jump, so much so that l fell of the stool l was perched upon, and landing heavily on my feet to my further horror and immediate pain, my left heel made contact with a carpet tack! Yes, it sank all the way in, and l further assure you, that there is no pleasure at extracting a tack from your heel!
Making matters worse, and l am pretty sure l haven’t mentioned this yet, but the beloved Jacqui cat who l pray my Sister has rehomed this afternoon to it’s new owners got into the dreadful habit of crapping in the bathroom! Well the bath to be more precise. I can only think that during the time my Father was ill, the cat had become accustomed to not being let out at the right times, and started pooping in the bathroom!
Yes absolutely disgusting! However yesterday morning, l was brought out of a troubled sleep at 4.32am by the most appalling stench! The cat had full access out of the house, as l had left the internal door ajar so that all she had to do was walk through into the conservatory and leap out of the cat flap. I had before l retired for the night shut the door to the bathroom, and instead of being a bloody proper cat, she decided to crap indoors! ON the carpet and it was not a solid poo, and it reeked!
I was really angry, and groggy as l had only been asleep for a few hours as was, and marched up the corridor and went to investigate how bad it was, and as l went down on my knees and scolded her, she promptly swiped me and scratched my hand badly enough to cause it to bleed!! Blimey!! I hadn’t even touched her and she decides l am the bad one!! It was safe to say that l was not impressed, but even worse, l was by this time fully awake! More so after trying to clean up that mess without the right cleaning agents!
So yes, l am glad to be gone from that house for the next three weeks!
Anyway, how was your weekend?