REVELATIONS

Putting pieces back together

What a difference a week makes in the life of this old geezer.  Week from Saturday past, flat had been burglarized, life was never going to be the same at the Linda Villa.

Promises were made that one would stay on the road, promises that will not be kept and are sure to have some feel poorly toward this old geezer.  That is the way of it and nothing done on my part is going to make minds change.  Truth be told, the strong feeling of 'violation' had one not wanting to repeat the experience, no amount of trying was going to return a carefree attitude about living in that flat ever again.  It was best to face up to it and move on, quickly.
The Monday after the break in of flat, MOI and Paul had secured digs in another location.  Marysville proper was to be new home.  A lovely English-style cottage flat was rented in the heart of downtown Marysville.  Removal van was hired and workmen set about bringing sticks of furniture and many trips to local hardware store ensured that all sort of supplies to make proper new home were got.

Just short of a week has past and the flat is right proper.  So proper that one felt free to invite a lovely lady for coffee and cake the other day.  Fancy that.

Along with the move, my business relationship with Kay Properties is at an end.  Murray Kay has been on a road of self-destruction for some time and recent trip to Hawaii and behaviour there and upon return, on the part of Murray made it quite clear that 'self-pity' had doomed efforts to save.  Being burglarized just pushed up the date of my departure, one I had been trying to stave off.

I did all of the 'right' things at the Linda Villa, used e reputation to try and give some respect to Murray and his business.  Unfortunately, for Murray, my reputation is excellent and not up for being soiled by the actions of a business partner, however sorry one feels for.  Failure to pay bills, return deposits, treat tenants proper, evict evil creatures, keep utilities turned on and carry insurance were some of the reasons that this old geezer had many sleepless nights.  Murray did not seem to care how many people he hurt and he sped toward his ruin.  Ruination that seems certain, even with the efforts of a 'white knight' (NOT MOI), who more than like has arrived a day late and dollar short of salvation.  More's the pity that as many lovely folks will be hurt when the end comes to Kay Properties.

It pains me that lovely folks who moved into the Linda Villa due to this old geezer's charm and dream are going to be left holding an empty bag.  Murray has a long history of not returning security deposits and more than like, all future deposits owed will have to be lost.  The queue of folks seeking legal action against Murray Kay is at least 12 long and getting longer.  MOI knows how to do the legal move against Murray, it being a complete waste of time as a judgment against Murray will be worthless.  How can you get blood from a stone??

Banks are closing in on all properties and have every reason to close down complex due to lack of insurance, something that makes banks very afraid.  They just might suffer a complete loss.

Unless completely daft, am sure that some truly lovely friends were made at the Linda Villa.  Not many, but the few being of a superior nature.  Babs, Victoria, Larry, Daniel & Mapu and lastly, but not least, James & Chandra.  Should the worst come to the Linda Villa, these lovely folks will be left out in the cold, a place they do not belong and will receive no relief from Murray on.  Murray is hellbent on protecting his own hide and not the least concerned about the tenants he will harm due to his lack of business sense or code of honour.

My anger is directed toward the behaviour of Murray Kay, not the man.  The man is so filled with self-pity that it robs him of the ability to see clearly that it was his actions, alone, that caused all of the hard times facing at present.  No amount of blame placed on others can negate that.  I have accepted my losses, not willingly but with grace, and moved on.  Murray would oft tell this old geezer how long we two would know one another.  To hear Murray wax on, it was going to be to me grave.  I did not think that upon hearing the remarks and can tell true, I am not in me grave and the 'knowing' has stopped.

My dears, allow me to end this here, or I will go on and on and surely bore you to death.  I have loads more stories to tell and will, just needed a bit of time to put the pieces of me life back together.

Stay tuned...