Managed to return last Wednesday only to retreat to my pit till now.
The combined effects of running like a maniac for three weeks, acute bursitis in three joints, jet lag and the flu, a present from my sister, has rendered me totally bedridden.
Feel like total death without being warmed over so to speak!
The house in Pembs was left in much worse condition than I had thought possible, the bloody tenants had an epileptic child who had managed to do unspeakable things to the walls and the bloody agents gave them their deposit back? Plus the damp was much worse, so great organisation of builders and decorators etc, key cutting etc etc arrangments for payment, lawyers, as it goes so it went.
As a result of the case in Chancery my friend was awarded a very handsome sum well in the 7 figure range and I should bloody well think so too! However her lawyer was unimpressive to say the least, so I took it upon myself to find a replacement specialist in contentious probate. So we had to run round interviewing new lawyers but managed to find one with whom I was satisfied the day before I left. It was very important to me that I was satisfied as I really don’t want to have to come back and sort that heap of crap out AGAIN! I love her dearly but twins aged 4 and an 8 year old are not my idea of house companions. She always used to have a nanny but times have been hard, first thing has to be rehire!!!
So there was lots of unexpected running to and fro, thank God for the BMW as I shuttled from Swansea to Pembs to Carms about a zillion times.
Saw a lot of old friends and turned up on a lot of farm yards unexpectedly for a quick hello/goodbye/glad you’re still alive/cup of tea. (Hope I didn’t wreck the bottom of the car!). That was good but apart from that it struck me that the UK was the most down at heel slatternly sort of place I have seen in years, everything was so mucky and dirty looking, much worse than it was and the litter is absolutely disgusting, especially in England. The wogs in Cardiff were disgusting, the smell quite nauseous and of course they have spread like the plague!
Quite amusing in Swansea, called off the first of a taxi rank who was far Eastern who didn’t know where the address was, told him his fortune and bawled for a local boyo who knew his town in no uncertain terms, caused great mirth and entertainment from the locals, the driver being so entertained he even carried my cases into Brenda’s house, quite unheard of. Mind you I think an apparition in an Arctic fox hat and coat shouting the odds about the fucking wogs, chinks, slants etc who shouldn’t even hold a taxi license and couldn’t tell Plasmarl from plastic helped some, Oh well,they needed cheering up.
I did note that everyone was moaning and bitching about the wogs in no uncertain terms, much less circumspect than in the past in their choice of language guess people are finally getting fed up with the parasites.
The prices were eye watering, God knows how anyone lives anymore. I did notice many rather expensive cars in the Aldi car park though and I gather Tesco’s is right out of favour with many people.
All in all lovely to see all my friends but not the place, I have firmly invited them all to see me on holiday whenever and for as long as they want as I have absolutely no intention of having to return, too depressing for words. Well all except upper Carmarthenshire, I could disappear in there and never re-emerge South of Llandeilo!
Meanwhile I am very busy being ill with three small furry bodies disposed about the bed as living hot water bottles. Phone my sister daily so that we can commiserate and cough in unison.