I have finally finished for Christmas. I haven’t had a week or more off work since
April. I am now off work for three weeks
and during that time we are going to Scotland for a few days (not exactly a
holiday…) and to Iceland (the country, not the supermarket).
Battles continue with the freeholder about us taking over
the management of where we live. She and
her husband totally object to this, and even more so (if it is possible to “more
than totally object” – sorry grammar police, it’s Christmas and I am feeling
reckless) that we have appointed a managing agent. The freeholder and her husband currently seem
to be taking a good cop/ bad cop approach with us. Yesterday, we got an e-mail from the
freeholder’s husband – who has no formal role and we don’t actually have to
deal with him – basically telling us we were completely rubbish and which included
a delightful assessment saying that
given we had appointed a managing agent we are either not willing to accept
responsibility or are incompetent. When
I had wiped away the tears of sorrow and shame caused by his missive, I
realised that he didn’t even say Happy Christmas to sign off his e-mail. I think I might now know someone who is on
the naughty list…
Anyway, if you have been receiving lots of Christmas round
robin letters, you might appreciate this
fictional response.