My life is definitely not dull! Even on days when I think it may be things happen which turn a normal state of affairs into something resembling a soap opera!
As you know, dear reader, I’m renting a sweet little cottage at the back one of the butcher’s shops in our village.
There are 2 butchers in our village. Both originally run by the same husband and wife. This couple have now split (and are at war!). So now the husband owns the premises I’m living behind (and so is now my landlord) and his wife runs the other. There is a lock up store adjacent to the one I’m behind and the wife owns the lockup. I am now renting the lockup so I could retrieve my stuff in store and have everything nearer to hand.
All well and good!!
One issue: The husband still has belongings in the lockup behind a locked partition (which actually he shouldn’t have) and is due to remove a partition sometime in January (as agreed with the Court Order on the division of the property). Still OK
Today my belongings were delivered to said lockup at 9.00am. Still OK. Unloading commenced.
The wife rolls up and decides to break in to the bit the husband still has to demolish. He rolls up to ask what’s going on (he has a restraining order against him which means he is not allowed anywhere near her – btw they did spend an hour or so together, talking in my kitchen the other day – without problem!).
However caught as it were ‘red handed’ and stressed out of her mind (this being the run-up to Christmas and therefore hyper busy for her), she starts to yell about how he’s not allowed anywhere near her and rings the police to have him arrested. Her boyfriend who is normally a sensible guy didn’t have the courage or sense to stop her. I did take her phone off her until she promised she wouldn’t but as soon as I gave it back she rang.
Up roll the Police – sirens going. Two cars!!!
Husband runs and hides. She screams at everyone – Police, me, anyone in the vicinity. To be quite frank my view was let her shout herself out but of course the Police can’t stand by and let her do that.
She then storms off to her shop at the other end of the village. Husband appears out of hiding. I hand him over to the Police but first remind him to remain calm, to stay focused on staying calm, to be pleasant. He didn’t need to be arrested. If he had been there were far too many independent witnesses (ie the moving guys) for anything to stick.
She then rings me up and calls me everything under the sun including that I now want her to go bankrupt and see her drummed out of the village. Which isn’t true!
Moving guys and lorry leave. I give my view to Police who concur that she is so stressed she doesn’t know what she’s saying or doing. Everyone goes back into their respective shops and homes.
For some reason I then burst into tears (which I don’t really understand – except I came over all vulnerable and girlie). Neighbour gives me a hug and he and wife give me coffee to cheer me up.
I return to cottage as I’m supposed to be working. It’s now 10.30!! And there’s still lots of ‘day’ left for more excitement.
Now how I should have dealt with all that in a more ‘Life Coaching’ way god only knows!!!