Apparently, rocking is a sign of
madness...
I am certainly overwhelmed! I
am agitated and scared. And I cannot for the life of me remember even simple
words half of the time, so if I stare at you for a while before replying, it
isn't because you have a huge zit on your nose (I mean, you may do...moooooooollllllllllllllleeee),
but because I am working hard to make the cogs turn.
What has happened to me?
Instability, that's what. Like thousands and thousands of others, our rent was
increased hugely and our landlady didn't want to understand, even though she
admitted that we have been great tenants, and replied to us with ''anything
less (than the extra) isn't tenable''. Tenable?? What the heck is that? Does
she spend her time watching game shows? Tenable?? 😕 Now, I understand that mortgages are going up but I am willing to
bet my favourite old cuddle teddy that she does not have a mortgage. If she
does, that is because she has remortgaged to buy other properties (she owns
several).
I have never been a fan of
greed. Society has for a long while thought it acceptable to make a profit out
of necessities. It has always made me sick to the stomach. But you know, when people
are down, they are easier to control by the establishment. Anyway, I digress.
Our landlady served two great tenants (her words) a Section 21 which gives us
two months (6 weeks now) to leave. Rental properties in the wider area, due to
a housing shortage, are way beyond our affordability so; we went to our local
council.
If you have never been to a
housing department before you will find that due to the system that the
officers have to follow, things like the dentist and petrol (to and from caring
responsibilities) aren't deemed necessary. Initially we weren't even able to
bid on social housing but a Section 21 means that we are at risk of
homelessness.
Housing associations upload
their available properties to the council home site at random intervals, but I
have yet to see more than six available properties on there, and out of those,
only one maximum two that we are eligible for. And for another matter, most are
without any photos (even of the outside) and have very little information. One property
didn't even have a street name in the description!
In my opinion, council housing
officers do their best and are actually lovely, but when there are barely any
houses, what are they to do? At least you feel like you are human there. One
particular staff member remembers everyone's names when they arrive and leave.
She must see hundreds a day. I am impressed, but it is a thankless task- seeing
lots of distraught people each day. I have seen people with suitcases piled up
in front of them- scenes which have been reminiscent of a modern ''Cathy Come
Home''- a wonderful film by Ken Loach (if you haven't seen it).
So as I type, I am surrounded
by boxes with no idea where I will be taking them and where we will be laying
our heads, come the beginning of October. The system has no regard for peoples'
wellbeing. We have to wait it out, bidding on properties we can't get due
to being in prevention and not full blown homelessness yet, and then when we
leave we go into what is called 'relief'. Will we be a priority then? You'd
think so, but no...Not for at least 50 odd days. So we need to stay with a
friend (none of our friends have the room), go into emergency accommodation, or
sleep in the car...yep this is the situation which many nice, working (I add
this in case you fall victim to believing that poorer people are lazy) reliable
people are finding themselves in. Maybe Maggie Smith's Miss Shepherd, had the right
idea, but rather than ''The Lady in the van'', it will be 'Two Ladies, a Dog
and a Cat in a Van''!
That's all from Limbo Land for
now.
Sending love to everyone out
there!
Love,
A Real Northern Hermia x
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