Goodbye Gertrude

It's been a busy old day over at Gertrude's old house. Gerty did a flit a week or so back, the latest to be driven out by the nasty Candle family. The builders arrived this morning, and on my way back from the shop, I noticed one of 'em looking very worried. Next thing, a bigwig from Johnny Naff Housing Association turns up, followed by the Gas boys. My nose says Gertrude left her ex-gaff a mess, and knowing the old girl, it wouldn't surprise me one jot. Mind you, the Housing Soc won't be sad to see the back of her.

What sickens me slightly is that Gerty was as mad as a hatter - very likely an undiagnosed Aspie (women with Asperger's are notoriously under-diagnosed). All her three kids -- each to a different dad, one girl and two boys -- have special needs. This is someone who should have been actively supported by a social housing Landlord. Instead, not only did they do nothing when The Candles picked on her (as people have for most of her life), but for all intents and purposes, they joined in. We get the same. Marifa is our problem, and any adaptions (and especially any damage he does to the house) is "our responsibility". He's not in a wheelchair, says Johnny Naff, so piss off.

They should be grateful Gertrude didn't burn it fucking down - to a cinder.