Very exciting day today! After a somewhat challenging week personally ending with a rather festive nativity procession from our Church to the pub where Mary miraculously produced a 6 month old baby, I received not one but TWO early gifts:
Last week, sitting down to open the mountain of post (bills and desperate mail order companies offering last minute not-very-thrilling discounts) there was a statement from my friendly but aloof, Housing Benefit department. For some strange reason they hadn’t paid Steve’s housing benefit last month but decided, even more strangely, to suddenly pay on Wednesday. If that wasn’t a happy enough bit of news, I then received a text from Tim saying that Steve was seen walking out with his meagre possessions to a waiting car. (“I was gonna confront him for you but the blokes in the car looked a bit big and I didn’t want to provoke a fight before Christmas. I could’ve ‘ad ‘em though” boasted Tim).
Earlier in the week I’d finally got hold of Steve’s mum and we had a lovely long chat about what a nice chap he was and, if it wasn’t for the drinking and gambling, could be a really great son. I felt sorry for her as it transpires she’s spent years trying to help him and seemed exasperated by his latest disappearing act. So I sent her a letter enclosing a Voluntary Leaving letter for Steve to sign (I figured he’d at least turn up for Christmas dinner) and promised not to pursue court action if he signed it and sent it back in the SAE. His Section 21 expired on Wednesday and it was only due to my being busy with other matters that I hadn’t completed the N5 and N119 forms and submitted them with a £175 court fee.
On the usual rent round today, Tim and I let ourselves into his room to find that he’d left all the stuff he didn’t want along with several ex-girlfriend’s knickers (I presume!) and an odd collection of empty water bottles.
So, Christmas all round – I get the room back without the lengthy court process, Tim gets the job of refurbishing the room over the holidays (apparently his family STILL aren’t talking to him following an incident at a funeral earlier this year) and Jason, who is in the room, gets the opportunity to upgrade to a bigger room. Now, girls, would you want to spend a night in a room like this?!
I leave you on this note: anyone got any idea what he was intending to do with the bottles?! We cleared five bin bags of them. Picture below.