The weather’s miserable, the odds for a white Christmas are as wide as Tom being sober for the next 48 hours and the Christmas Spirit has yet to touch the hearts of my tenants.
This weekend I played a poor version of Santa and gave everyone a net of not only chocolate coins, but BANK NOTES as well! However, the irony of me giving them money along with a rent receipt seemed completely lost on the tenants. For good measure, I also gave each house a huge box of shortbread to share if they come out of their rooms on Christmas Day.
First off: Greg is spending his Christmas Day at Her Majesty’s Pleasure AGAIN. I’m confused as to what happened exactly but it involved a court appearance, expectation of a slap on the wrist which became handcuffs and taken down to serve five weeks (or five months I got a bit lost on the story at that point) of his licence. Luckily his housing benefit is being paid direct to me and his girlfriend is going to take in his net of money as a small consolation.
The Poles next door are getting into the swing of the yuletide festivities by partying and arguing all night. No amount of police visits, banging on the door pleading to keep the noise down is helping. Tenants are now on strict instructions to keep a noise diary, contact the police when the noise kicks off and we’ll try to find the landlord.
On top of that, there’s a clash of personalities. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on but the accusations involve running up and down the stairs in the small hours of the night, followed by door banging which has produced genuine confusion between the perpetrator and accuser. Having just received some personal bad news and said goodbye to my own children for the Christmas period I’m in no mood to sort out the squabbles of others – especially those that are old enough to make a cup of tea and sit down to sort out their differences.
The Good News:
To salvage a little Christmas magic, I’m pleased to report that Nadine has now finished chemo which has left her without hair and feeling worse for wear but ALIVE! She starts radiotherapy in January and is sporting an array of woolly hats mimicking strange furry animals. Stewart came across an enormous Christmas tree in a back alley which he’s shoved in a bucket and is looking forward to it dominating his room.
And Tom: I was given a nearly new washing machine to put in the house – rather than see the old one (which is on its last legs) go to the tip, he reckoned he could spruce it up and do a deal with the bloke on the corner to get some cash for it. Fine, I said, but if you get more than twenty quid you have to give the remainder to a good cause – that means a registered charity, not the pub.