End of a chapter..

So with the last few things about to go.. (that includes me).. I feel kind of sad.

Not because I am leaving but because I feel sorry for the landlady and especially her dog (Gonzo).

When Gonzo (the dog) hears my car in the afternoons he normally comes screaming around the corner looking for the boys. Then either J or D will tear around the garden with him .. and of course Gonzo always wins but he allows them a fair go at it..hahahaha.  Well, this is only when he was allowed out that is. You see he is locked up mostly while the landlady sleeps all day to catch up because she was probably out gambling again the night before. Sometimes she is gone for almost 24 hours and you can hear him crying from behind the door to come out. We have tried to say something about this but this was met with (mind your own business) and (don’t talk rubbish) and and and and…

We have also tried to address her nocturnal habits with her and her daughter before and a deaf ear was cocked there too, very much as it being cocked again now. Her daughter believes the bullshit her mother spews, and one day when the truth hits her.. it may be too late.  The landlady has gone from being acceptable to ghastly in a matter of a few years.. with her behaviour being that of an absolute cretin over the last few months. And I do not see her being able to afford her lifestyle for very much longer. Once her property is sold and all that money spent too I wonder where she will go?

But this is no longer my problem.. I am just incredibly pleased to see the back of that nasty post stealing two faced bitch… *sigh*

But even while I am writing this down, I know I will occasionally allow thoughts of her to enter my mind.. I will wonder whether she is OK, has she been able to kick the nasty nocturnal habit, is she ready to apologise to her son for the dreadful lies she told about him to cover up her gambling problem, but mostly, is she OK???…

You see, the thing is this.. I mean no harm to come to her, I just want her to get help. But in order for her to get help means she needs to acknowledge the fact that she has a problem, which she denies. But if you average three to four trips a week to a casino, staying there from the afternoon till the next morning, spending thousands of rands at a time, not telling anyone about it, lying about it, pawning off items of value to continue doing it, then complaining that you have to live on cup of soup because you are a poor old pensioner to anyone who will listen.. you have a problem.

A very serious problem indeed…

Once all our stuff is all gone, I will take one last stroll in the garden with SexyG.. A lot of history here for him. And I suppose for me to. Say my Goodbyes to the place.. but I have to wonder whether I will even say goodbye to her. Chances are we wont be seeing her ever again as too much has been said and done by her to be easily forgotten… I think SexyG will say Goodbye, I think that would be a good thing to do. Get complete closure for him. So that he can look forward with me, with the knowledge that all that needed to be said was said and all that needed to be done, was done.

It has been a long road for us, overcoming so much and thankfully being able to stabilise somewhat with most things. Once we are settled in the new place we will take a few moments to recover before we tackle two of our current items on the TODO list, 1.set a wedding date and 2.file the necessary docs to secure access for SexyG’s girls.

Good News is that the new place is much larger than where we are at the moment, even though I would’ve preferred this move to be one of us going to our own place instead of renting again, but the smart thing to do is wait a few more months for the market to continue in our favour.

So here we go, wish us luck and when I post again. It will be of the new place and I may even include pics of Manly Men carrying furniture, showing buttcrack as they forget to bend with their knees and pretending like it is super light while their legs wobble under the weight of the fridge I forgot to defrost..