What a lot of tosh the 'adult children' of the Linda Villa say on a daily basis. Ranging from the tarradiddle to the right wicked, hardly a day goes by without someone making a path to door to tell the latest rumours or quotes from the road.
Yesterday was an exceptionally good day for verbal rubbish, the silly and the mean spirited.
Child Protective Service had to come out on a complaint sent in on the maintainance man. He be James Rhoads, the chap who was part of the "Linda Christmas Miracle". That may well be why he and his lovely wife are subjected to so many horrid comments. Truth be told, it be the lazy layabout scroungers who feel cheated that life did not give them more for doing nothing. Linda is chock-full of folks who feel entitled to a FREE ride, one that requires nothing of them but to take and take and take.
Reports to "CPS" must be considered serious and they have to come out and check out the story told.
"CPS" was told that James was beating up his children, they had no food to eat and that James and his lovely wife were just 'smoking pot' and drinking alcohol. The cries of the children coming from flat had 'someone' concerned for their safety.
Rubbish, complete rubbish. Waste of time that could have been spent on a 'real case' of child abuse. The story was told, in part, to pay back James for being a part of the change that is going on daily at the complex and on the road. Nasty, evil creatures OUT to get James to quit, making the efforts of this old geezer to clean up things more difficult.
My dears, the evil folks do not know MOI, were they 'au fait' with, they would know that MOI will not stop until goal is reached.
Like so many 'adult children', the lazy scroungers need a 'parent' to make them follow the rules. I be that parent, by default. Tenants who will never fit in at the NEW Linda Villa are right angry that they no longer hold sway here. Nary a day goes by that one hears of another tenant who is seeking a better place to live. One where they can do drugs, rip off the system and have a massive number of animals about the place. A place where they can string out wash on fence, load patios with massive motorbikes and unwanted rubbish. Where horrid folks can slurp alcohol out of a coffee cup. A place where the sun never shines, if one believes all of the tales they tell of constant storms in life. Such a place the Linda Villa is no longer.
To tell true, there be some who want desperately to believe that this old geezer is concerned about their opinion of. That I must love to be told nasty stories of what folks say of. How odd. It goes in one ear and out the other. Mind I fill away for future reference, to remind how two-faced some be.
One scrounger told that what with all of the folks being asked to leave there would soon be no one left at the Linda Villa but the old geezer. NOT.
What a giggle it be to have folks dig through the rubbish bin to see if the rubbish cast in from me flat contains deep dark secrets that can be used against. Dig away, fortune seekers, there be no dirt.
With the departure of a few gossip mongers, life at the Linda Villa will become more calm. With the departure of a few scroungers who want to believe that drugs are not seen, neighbours round will stop coming round in search of a 'hook up'.
The coppers were at the Linda Villa yesterday. Searching for a wanted yob. They will get all of the help they require to do so. It is a whole new day at the Linda Villa and on the road lived.
Lazy layabout scroungers are no longer welcome here. Neither folks who have nothing better to do with day than to visit one another and talk rubbish all day.
IT IS A BRIGHT NEW DAY, this old geezer has no time for tarradiddle. The sooner the horrid tenants left pack sticks of furniture and depart, the better.
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