May 1, 2009
well no, and i’m not sorry. I’ve had troubles and hassles from the builders bailiff 4 yrs after they FAILED to legally finish the house to correct standard or to the build permit…; he was chased the fuck out of the street and i do SHOUT very loudly. I refuse to have people demand my details at my own frontdoor ‘go fuck yourself’ and anything more to be said will be in court and NOT FRENCH COURTS – untrustworthy and incompetent.
The the tax office using the traditional french tactics to avoid doing anything ‘keep the victim the victim’ they are now passing my refusal to pay land tax tothe courts. I wont pay as more than 80% of the land i own is crisscrossed with public services that should NOT be there! meaning the land is not contructable and should not be taxed thus! Furthermore I demand rental for the use of my land and the removal of the services before I GET BORED one day with a pickaxe!!!! In order to NOT even give a fucking shit about me they have passed it to recovery and bank account siezure ! all learnt lots of fresh new english words to brighten their day!!! I’ll not be bullied and i’ll not be the victim to their fucking incompetences!ù
Thus realising that france really is a fucking crap country full of inert, paranoid, spiteful,jealous, envious, retarded gossips – i’ve had an estate agent here today 🙂 I’m balanced on what to do? he’ll look into if the house can be sold if not it has no vlaue and only the land can be sold, which has no value due to public services!!!!
The deal is I’m gonna try to get out and fast and FUCK FRANCE!
Should I not be able to sell the house then i’ll demolish it and leave the remains to rot!
I’ll have to abandon my lovely garden, and I’m pulling my hair out what the hell I do with my animals? They have to come with me, and I do think I will have to return to England.
We see, I just hope the house can be sold. Either way i got a fur family to do something with and this is making me ill thinking it over.
so no updates here, i’m in thought mode.
let you know as and when
March 28, 2009
My french pal, in fact my only pal in france, has today announced he has purchased a wood burner, second hand but still good. I was interested for him as you tend to do. Asking where he’ll instal it and he’s standing in my living room pointing……. “yes but i dont have a wood burner”, he then said “you do now” !!!!!!!!!!!! so sad he was how i suffered this last winter and affraid i’ll not stay for the next, he got the fire for me! I feel like crying that is so nice of him……
there are some genuinley nice people in this rotten country… not many but see 🙂
March 20, 2009
I again spent the entire day in the garden, yet could not tell you waht i actually did….. I was thinking and mooching.
I’m feeling very miserable and let down, also fucking angry and pissed off.
I cleaned a huge pile of laundry. cold water and hand washing ;'( Its not easy to wash jeans or pull-overs, its a pig to get the water out. I have a really big bucked that i wash stuff in, the detergent makes my skin sore, the cold as feck water hardly gets the dirt out of the clothes. Guess they’ll smell fresher even if not very clean.
Thats my point, my clothes are not clean, i’ve a fungus infection on my feet coz they are not clean, when i do wash me the water is not hot and i can only get a small bucket of water warm-ish. Its not enough to do much but wipe the dirt around. 18 months i live like a bum, i now look like a bum and smell like a bum.
I’m feeling very low
March 16, 2009
I’m as stressed as fuck and wont bang on…. since 2007 I wait for state help to get this house sorted out after the crooked bastard builders ‘maisons phenix’ ripped my mother off for every last cent ending in her premature death from heart failure CAUSED BY MAISONS PHENIX.
Expectations high meeting arranged and there was ‘badly made-up woman’ as soon as i saw her i knew it was not going to be a good meeting. ‘badly made-up woman’ is a phrase i use to describe an old bag in her 50’s who clearly thinks she is 20, yet obviously does not use glasses in the mirror to trowl on the make-up! Her outfit screams “everything for a $” and the overall effect just shounts “old whore”.
badly made-up woman got hostile with me because she did not understand the fucking law even, i had to remind her. she sulked when pressed for action, and so after several attempts to get the old cunt to agree immediate action and/or demolition of the house and publicly destroying the builders needed. she griined, an almost retarded grin, smug yet pointless grin. The grin you get when you know the person is just using oxygen waiting to retire on a fucking huge state pension grin: Nookie explodes, and i dont meen slightly either. badly made-up woman almost shit herself as i punched the table in front of her.
I collected my papers, plus the huge file of all my details she had (no reason to keep it they wont help me) that was grabbed from her. she was told she was a cunt, and looked like a very aged used cheap tart.
Clear now i’m not going to get any help at all. French are weak and ineffective, the courts are, the social services are, and any state department is too.
nookie has to now decide what to do next, it might mean i’ll have to abandon this house and let it fall down (not too long needed as the quality it was built to…. french standards)…… i’m unhappy but not surprised. my mother always said ‘never depend on anyone to help’ and ‘always remember at the end of the day you are on your own’. poor woman, they killed her they wont kill me, i need to decide what i can do.