the Housepest
Well over a year ago the eldest had a girlfreind. She came around the beginning of May with her elder sister, and the sister gave this story about how they and their father were being evicted from their private rented accomodation.
So a couple of days later we met the father, He has a form of MS, so he's wheelchair bound, We met him in town for a coffee and he seemed ok, someone who was down on his luck and at the mercy of a heartless landord.
We talked it over and and offerd him a place to stay for a couple of days till he found somwhere else to live. We made arrangments for our daughter to sleep in with the boys and for him to have daughters room.
The problems started as soon as he moved in, daughters bed was too small!
So we offerd him our bedrom....after all it was only for a couple of days.
We were wrong. He ensconced himself in the bedroom with his computer and that was it. I ferried him around to the council, to shelter, we filled in all his paperwork for benefits, I took him to the co op so he could buy rich tea buiscuits-all he lived on, He turned his nose up at our offers of a cooked dinner, as solid food hurt his teeth.
We didnt ask for a penny.
And of course we were getting handtied, so we were busy organsing that as well.
He establised a routine, he would stagger downstairs, drink tea, smoke rollups and bullshit me, about his time in the CIA. No Really he was a Ex CIA operative!!!
And this went on not for days but for weeks, Me and the missues (with her back problems were sleeping in the living room on inflatable matresses) her back was getting worse and her temper getting shorter with this leech shorter.
In the middle of this we went and got handtied...returnng to our home to find the sink full of dishes, the house stinking (as no doors had been opend for 4 days). And him ensconsed in bed...he was having a "bad day" so he didn't even congratulate us.
After that I had a word. He grudgingy gave up the bedroom, Which we had to clean thoughly. And at the time I noticed my books-private stuff I keep in my bedside drawes. Had been distiurbed.
He became quite creepy after that....not to me but to the Missus, and said a few off coulor things.
We called social serives again and politley explaiend to them he was staying with us free of charge, and it had been 6 weeks now, the house was overcrowded, there were 2 disabled people in it one of whom had a operation booked for couple of weeks and 4 children. And we had had enough.
A day later the SS came round and found him somewhere to live. He moved out less than a week later, full of bluster and promises to stay in touch.
Needless to say the relationship between his daughter and our son didnt last much longer after that.

Thing is it makes you very wary of offering a helping hand to anyone else.
(Gru being trolled since 1998, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 13:35, 5 replies)

I feel like a horrible person
With a handicapped person hiding away in your house until the SS came around for him, are you from Germany?

(sorry!)
(Linusmartensson, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 14:32, closed)

Nien!!!!
Badum tisch
(Gru being trolled since 1998, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 16:50, closed)

Somehow, none of these stories ever ends up well
There is a reason we live in separate domiciles, rather than in some big Man-Tent.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 19:03, closed)

true, i'm all for helping people out
but there's no way I could live in a Commune.
(Gru being trolled since 1998, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 19:06, closed)

"A day later the SS came round and found him somewhere to live."

Christ, the Nazis have fairly changed their tune since the War.


NINJA EDIT; Didn't see the first poster. Oh well.
(moop, Sat 8 Jan 2011, 1:42, closed)