The last six weeks has been a really difficult. Mum became ill and died, then there was a hassle of getting the house cleared, not helped by dopy Swansea councils new policy of giving you a month after the death to clear the house.
They obviously are too dumb to realise it can take a month to get a funeral date. Then expecting the bereaved family to clear the house AND organise a funeral at the same time is just plain stupid.
The time a funeral takes up is silly. You have the undertakers to meet and sort out, flowers, half a day alone just talking to the vicar, thats without the legal stuff. A solictors meeting, the registrar of deaths, two fucking days on the phone alone just to talk to the dept of work and pensions (what bloody work, the bastards dont answer the phone) then theres the insurance etc etc etc.
All takes time, oh yes and the munchkins in Swansea council are panicing the whole time "is it empty yet?" Not so bloody quick to do repairs were you! Nor are you quick when I aked how much rent my Mum owed, in fact you dont fucking know do you morons! Great job of being a rent office if you dont know what a tennent owes.
So all in all it's been a bitch, and frankly while I coped well with dealing with it all, truth be told I'm struggling now the bulk is over. I've not had time to grieve properly, I hardly have any time alone to think, never mind grieve. Thats the problem I think.
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