An hour ago, just before the corner shop closed, I went to buy 3 more beers.
I noticed a very young woman with 2 children and all her luggage and bedding and toys standing on the doorstep on the way there.
On the way back two minutes later I asked her whether she was okay. she obviously wasn't. The children were crying and she had all of her belongings piled up outside.
I helped her telephone her new landlord. The landlord had given her keys which don't work. Tania had been ringing the upstairs flat doorbell for hours and they finally came down when I showed up. We got her into her new flat with Olga and Daniel her babes in arms, screaming their heads off.
It had started raining but we brought all her luggage indoors just before it got really wet. The nice young strong African guy who lives upstairs there finally answered the front street door and helped us.
Tania has paid a massive deposit on a flat she doesn't have proper keys to and which we've sussed is rented out by a landlord who doesn't exist. The children were crying and screaming. I doubt they'd eaten. Tania said they were just tired. I live 5 houses up the road and have told her to telephone me tomorrow, to call then hang up and I'll call her back.
Or I'll take her a box of cornflakes and a pint of milk at 11am. What a mess. I asked her how much the rent was, I said 'this is like £350 a week?' whilst making sure she had gas and electric and showing her how to work them. she said no, £375 per week.
merry everything and happy always
xL