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apparently not over yet

For those who are keeping score, the House of Death is still haunting me.

Today, a Sheriff's Court order for a council tax bill that I didn't know about (because they curiously didn't have my correct address for any of the actual bills but have managed to find it when they wanted to threaten me with arrest and dispossession of my property) and don't owe anyway (because the council have had documentation since 2007 which says that I am a student and therefore legally disobliged to pay council tax) and is on a house I haven't lived in for two and a half years (because it FELL DOWN!).

I have shouted at people.

Oh, I have shouted.


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Apr. 7th, 2011 07:24 pm (UTC)
You know, this is the sort of thing that you should either turn into a book or a sitcom. :(
Apr. 7th, 2011 09:14 pm (UTC)
If medicine ever stops working out, I have plans to write the next Vicar of Dibley except with added falling down houses and public transport disasters. :)
Apr. 7th, 2011 08:01 pm (UTC)
Unbelievable. Except for the bit where I'm trying to unravel a judgment against my company at the moment which was served upon us at an address which is not ours, has never been ours and, as far I can see on StreetView, is a second-hand car lot and a demolition site.

Good luck getting it all sorted out.

Apr. 7th, 2011 09:13 pm (UTC)
I'm working on it. I am told by the debt collection agency that my account has been placed on hold, which, so far as I can tell, at least means that they shouldn't be sending me larger and larger bills (as they are now charging me for the Council's legal fees for the court case against me that has apparently been going on since August 2009 and that I have known about since, uh, yesterday) while I *get* it sorted out. You know, small mercies and all that.

Of course, the main thing they've threatened me with is arrestment of my earnings. I wish them all the luck in the world with finding any.

And once I do get them to stop trying to take legal action against me, I get to find out what sort of impact this has had on my credit score. Because. Gah.

as far I can see on StreetView, is a second-hand car lot and a demolition site

I shouldn't be laughing, but I kind of am. At least the property they're claiming against for me had four walls and a roof... oh, wait... :) Really, though. That's special.
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It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house and now live over a quarry of noise and dust cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own.,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records.

Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch. You are not responsible.

You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it, and in that way, be known.

- Naomi Shihab Nye

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