“Looking after” the house.

8 March 2016.

Since coming out of hospital in September, Proton has been living in the shed. But it had to happen sooner or later, she would have to visit her house.

Strangeness and Quark had been asked on several occasions as to whether they were keeping on top of things and both assured her that they were keeping the place tidy.

Recently Strangeness had managed to get a free journey to visit Charm and their grandmother in the country. It takes a lot to get Strangeness to wake up and move and when he does he stays put wherever he stops. So after 2 weeks he is still asleep at his grandmothers, leaving Quark alone to his own devices.

Spring is in the air so Proton & Electron decide to move some of her winter bedding (all those cushions!) back to her house. Proton rings her house to warn Quark of her imminent appearance , the car is loaded up to the gunnels and the two of them set off.

On arrival they cannot turn the key in the front door. This means Quark has left his keys in the lock on the inside. Proton rings the doorbell and shouts through the letter box. No response. The phone inside is ringing incessantly. Electron begins to hammer hard on the door then looks through the window into the living room. The room is piled high with speakers and electrical equipment and then suddenly Quark appears at the window. He deigns to let them in.

The door opens and it is obvious that he is totally out of it, looks like he hasn’t eaten for days and has difficulty in forming coherent sentences. He looks like Gollum. In the centre of the hallway is a large ancient wooden cupboard unit blocking access to the rest of the house. For fucks sake Quark! shouts Electron, yeah for fargggs sayg repeats Quark sarcastically. At the top of the stairs is a wicker chair that doesn’t belong to the house teetering on the edge of the flight. Further investigation beyond the chair indicates that tiles have fallen off of the bathroom wall, these of course have been left where they fell …….. in the bath.

Cigarette/joint butts litter the floor throughout. The kitchen of course is piled high with dirty dishes and welded on food. The recently purchased brand new cooker looks about 20 years old. There is a plastic bag of what were once frozen chips on the table. Uncooked. Quark makes some space on a dining chair for Proton. She sits down and weeps inconsolably.

The phone still unanswered finally stops ringing.

Quark begins to apologise for the mess but says he cannot understand why it is so bad. He swears that it was fine when Proton spoke to him on the phone 2 hours earlier. Apparently this has all happened since then.

The phone begins to ring again,”Why won’t you answer the phone!” Proton shrieks. “Not now”, he replies and runs out of the house.

He returns 20minutes later and sits down next to Proton now on the garden bench outside the front of her house, leans back and almost overturns the two of them onto the concrete behind. “For fucks sake Quark! I have fractured vertebrae in my back I don’t want another one!”

Still incoherent, Quark is instructed that the house must be cleaned and tidied from top to bottom and that they will revisit in a few weeks time to inspect the place. If Quark were a tenant he would be in the process of being evicted.

Proton and Electron cannot wait to leave, as they do so, the phone begins to ring again.

Quark disappears back inside the rapidly degenerating house.

Christmas Plans

Wednesday 23rd December

The stench of Protons house is still exuding from the reclining swivel chair which now resides in Electrons living room.

Charm has returned to her Grandmother and there has been no sign of the “boys”.
Both have been invited to stay with grandmother for Xmas and Proton wants to find out if this is what will be happening.
She calls her house but there is no reply. She calls Quarks mobile but there is no reply. She calls Charm.

“Hello mum. No I don’t know if they are coming for Xmas. Strangeness is still away in the country. I can’t get hold of Quark either. I gave him a new sim as he had broken the old one but he doesn’t appear to have used it.”

Ending the phone call Proton states “We must go over there”.
“Why”.
“Something could have happened to him”.
“He is probably high as a kite somewhere”
“Please take me to my house”.

No point in arguing.

They arrive at the house.
There is an upturned coffee table leaning against the outside wall next to the front door, through the lounge window they can see Strangeness playing video games.
They enter the still  reeking house.
“Hello!” shouts Proton.
A very stoned Strangeness comes out of the living room.
“Have you been here long”
“Not long”
“Where is Quark?”
“Dunno”
“”Quick, check his room for me”
Strangeness shrugs and ambles upstairs to the black hole that is Quarks room.
“Not here” he reports.

Foolishly Proton enters the kitchen.
“Strangeness! Please can you do something about this mess.”
It is obvious that Quark stopped cleaning as soon as they had left the house a few days earlier.

Proton informs Strangeness that it is no good him and Quark blaming each other for the mess and thus nothing happening.
Strangeness mutters in agreement. She also informs him that there will be no Christmas money for either of them this year.
“I don’t want you spending it on booze and getting drunk and fighting with Quark like last year. And I don’t want Quark spending it on drugs”.
“Ummmm. OK”.

At last a semblance of confronting the facts by Proton.

Strangeness states that he cannot be bothered with christmas so will not be visiting his grandmother. Probably just sleep through it.

It later transpires that Quark was intending to visit his gran. A friend of Charm had arranged to drive him. But first Quark had to visit a “friend” on the outskirts of town near where Strangeness has his unlived in flat. Quark entered the “friends” house. After 45 minutes he had not returned so Charms friend drove off without him.

Christmas came and went uneventfully. Now we just have to hope the same for New Years eve.

The chair in the living room still stinks.

Cleanliness is next to Slobliness

It’s the weekend before Xmas and Charm has returned to briefly check on the boys and make sure that they are keeping Protons house clean and tidy. She also has some friends to visit. Unlike the others, Charm has friends outside of her immediate family.

On sunday, Charm arrives at the shed to visit her mother. They begin arguing within 90 seconds. Charm heads for the front door but Electron manages to persuade her to stay for a while, he could do with some moral support as he is sick of arguing with Proton by himself.
Things calm down, Charm reports that the internet is working again and that things in the house are okay.

“Are they keeping it tidy” asks Proton.
“Ummmmm”
“Well are they”
“Not really”
“So are you going to tidy up before returning back to my mothers house?”
“I’m leaving in 4 hours, so No. Oh and there are no lights working on the ground floor”
“What! How are they coping in the dark”
“They are using table lamps plugged into the wall sockets”

Protons concern for her beloved “boys” knows no end.

“Are they there at the moment?” she frantically asks.
“Strangeness has gone off to see his daughter in the country and Quark is dozing in the lounge”.
It is 3 o’clock in the afternoon.
“We must get over there to sort things out” states Proton.
Who is this we? Thinks Electron, knowing the answer full well.

Charm phones ahead to warn Quark that they are coming and they duly arrive.

Quark dressed in shorts and T-shirt and wearing a Stetson hat answers the door.
(Obviously his body is overheating due to vast opiate and amphetamine use recently)
The stench from inside the house  hits immediately.
Proton breaks down in tears.
Quark suggests “a nice cup of tea”.

The kitchen is a scene of devastation. It does not look as if any washing up has been done since Charms departure some 4 weeks previous.
The new cooker hob is matted in what appears to be some sort of mouldering, fermenting mass. There are cigarette butts on the carpet and half a glass of something orangey yellow on the kitchen table, it could be urine.

Through her sobs, Proton says;
“Why did you not tidy up while you were here Charm”
Charm? What has it got to do with her, thinks Electron.
“It’s not any of my doing”, states Charm
“But you said you were going to”
“I had other things to do”
And so on and so on, the boys make the mess and the girl is the one who is supposed to clean it up according to Proton. So much for feminism.
Electron looks out of the kitchen window. Despite Quark stating that the drain had been unblocked it is obvious that it hasn’t been. Electron dons some rubber gloves, grabs a stick and busy’s himself cleaning the mixture of cooking fat and hair from the grating. A five-minute job.He can’t help noticing the portaloo is still in the back yard but daren’t open it to see if it has yet been emptied, the odds are that it hasn’t been. He then returns to replace the blown fuse under the stairs. All the ceiling lights come back on.

Proton decides that she would like to take her reclining swivel chair and footstool back to the shed, amazed that it does not appear to have been damaged in any way.

Quark begins to look as if he is about to tackle the dirty dishes as they leave for the shed.

THE FIRST SHOT ACROSS THE BOWS

15 December 2015
Coming home from work, out of the blue Electron begins thinking about the “boys”.
Strangeness isn’t too bad, at least he is mostly benign. It’s Quark. Quark is the  malevolent one.
On entering the shed, he sees one of the boy’s sitting in the kitchen with Proton.
Thank god it’s Strangeness. Proton is on the phone to someone, turns out it is Quark. Electron senses a problem… “What’s the latest fuck up?”
Proton shushes him.
What the hell, he has only been working nonstop for 8 hours.

He gets to work late these days as he has to prepare things for Protons day and hence has to work through lunch. He is tired and can really do without this shit.
Finally the call ends with Proton telling a crying Quark not to be upset, it’s OK etc. etc. She hangs up and starts crying herself. Quark is 36 almost. If it was up to Electron Quark would be crying all the time, mostly in pain.
It ultimately unfolds that Quark has yet again been doing some moving of things into the cellar to keep his mind off the fact that he hasn’t got any money to buy drugs. In the process has managed to disconnect the TV and broadband supply. This was some days ago but Quark could not tell his mother, in the end it got too much for Strangeness and he had to inform her….. In person.  Poor Quark says Proton, he was upset!???!??
In addition it has been noticed that the outside drain has become blocked and the back yard is becoming flooded. This is a common occurrence, one that Electron intermittently has to sort out with some rubber gloves and a stick. But Proton cannot let her children attempt to accomplish this themselves as they may get infected with a nasty disease! Quarks solution to this is to wait for a friend to bring some magic drain unblocking crystals around to deposit into the drain. Electron knows this will not happen. So perhaps eventually the boys will drown when the flooding gets too high. This prospect has not occurred to Proton.

But the most pressing problem is the internet and extremely expensive TV package that Proton provides for her beloved “boys”. They do not have the ability to pick up a phone and sort it out for themselves.
So now Proton has to sort things out, she phones the internet supplier…..Slut media.
But Proton has a problem with decisions, given a choice she cannot choose. Unfortunately the answering service only offers a choice of numbers and any chosen number leads to an automated message saying “we will now check your connection”, the connection which we already know is broken.

They try this 3 or 4 times with the same result. Electron finally steps in much to the annoyance of Proton. He phones and selects a number, the one you pick if you are thinking of leaving Slut media. The phone starts ringing!
He hands the phone to Proton who explains the problem. The Asian gentleman explains that he cannot deal with this problem but can transfer her to the relevant department…….. but first………” we have a special free upgrade just for you, we can upgrade your broadband to superfast, it’s a free offer”.
Electron has been caught out before with this “free” offer and knows it to be a con which eventually results in increased contract fees.

WTF. Proton is calling to explain that she has no broadband, it does not work, and they offer a faster service for something that isn’t working!
“Tell him NO” shouts electron.
This she does and is eventually redirected to someone who’s first response is to “test the Line” aarrrghhh!
Proton explains that the line has been disconnected and their tests prove this to be the case.
Eventually an “engineer is booked” and Strangeness is dispatched back to her house to await his or her arrival in 2 days’ time.
He is advised to be awake for the Engineers arrival and Quark is called and advised not to take any drugs before.
Pathetic.
The “boys” are beginning to bicker amongst themselves again.
Once again we are heading towards “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” .
How will they ruin it this time?

Nature or Nurture?…Proof at last.

18 November 2015

Whilst Proton was in hospital a stray cat appeared outside Electrons shed. After a few days Electron took pity on the cat and began to feed it occasionally, but in time the cat began turning up every day. He continued to feed it and eventually began letting it into the house.

At first the cat was suspicious, only staying in the hallway and running out at the slightest noise. But slowly he became more confident, eventually getting to the point of curling up on the sofa alongside Electron to watch football on TV.The cat seemed to like the football; all those bite sized little men on a green background.

Proton finally got released from hospital to live with Electron in the shed. She had been informed about the cat and vowed that whilst recuperating it would not be allowed in the house. This lasted all of one day when the cat announced its arrival by leaping through the open bathroom window. Proton who has no love of cats loved Cat. Who wouldn’t?

This is a picture of Cat. No need to protect him with an alias. He cannot talk.

So the weeks went by and Cat made himself more at home. Proton & Electron began buying treats for him. Cat repaid this by sleeping virtually non stop. But he was a comfort for Proton whilst Electron was at work, just as he had been for Electron when Proton was in hospital.
He was after all a lovely cat.

One day Proton thought it would be nice to present Cat with a catnip mouse. It was hilarious, he had never moved so much before. Rolling and jumping and attacking the mouse with gusto. This provided great entertainment for both him and his keepers.
But thereafter Cat did not seem himself. He couldn’t concentrate and began to look lacklustre.

He then bit Electron!

To appease Cat they once again gave him the catnip toy but he appeared to have exhausted its supply of aroma. They would have to get him some more catnip.
This they duly did, Californian catnip, the strongest in the cosmos according to the blurb on the packet. The catnip was put safely high up in a closed cupboard and Cat was let in. Immediately sensing catnip somewhere, he leapt on the kitchen table, an area thus far out of bounds, in a desperate atempt to get to the cupboard.  The new catnip mouse was duly presented to Cat and the entertainment began. He could not get enough of it. Eventually the toy had to be taken away in order to return Cat to some sense of normality.

This seemed to take some time.

The internet seemed to imply the effects only lasted 10 – 15 minutes with the cat then losing interest for a few hours. Not Cat. He would persist for hours and then sit staring at his keepers menacingly, all co ordination seemingly having left him.

He only had eyes for catnip. On being let into the house he would make straight away for where the toy last was, even bypassing his food tray.
He began to push open doors in an effort to get to the drug. Even though the toy was not there the smell of it lingered and he was not leaving the room without a fight. He stared back at Electron with dilated pupils.

Then he bit again.

Cat used to be a mellow prescence but after just 4 weeks Proton has managed to turn a docile cat into an out and out junkie.
She has had the same effect on a cat as she has had on her children.

22 Sept: QUARK. A POTTED HISTORY

Maybe it’s the experience of visiting hospitals for the last 4 weeks, maybe it’s just the realisation of being old but Electron has told everyone how much he despises Quark.

Electron is 56, his father passed away at 74, so Electron figures that at best he has 18 years left. He has been with Proton for 22 years so he could potentially be with her for 40 years. He is over the half way mark of their relationship. And he is not prepared to put up with any more of Quarks shit. Quark is 35. If he was a good junkie he would have overdosed by now but Electron figures that he must be a crap junkie. At least he is consistent in his behaviour.

Electron cannot remember all of the behaviour but here is a précis of what he can.

Electron first met Quark at the age of 15, having just returned from living with his father and having been expelled from school for drug dealing……again ……he was previously expelled aged 11 and as a consequence was in a special school for problem children. Now he had come back to live in England.

For a while Electron remembers him living with Proton but he was still in his formative years of addiction and not too much trouble.

A series of unsuitable accommodation followed. Sometimes for as little as a day. And so it continued. Occasionally Quark wintered in the States. One fateful year he and his Father, Meson, decided to go on a road trip. They got 6 miles from the house that Meson shares with his rich girlfriend, parked the camper van and proceeded to get high on heroin for 6 weeks. His father’s initiation ceremony to the wonders of opiates. Thanks Dad!

And so Quark returned with a new found passion. But the people around him did not have the same opinion and so Quark disappeared to be with his own kind in Wigwam Warren, an alternative commune in the far west of Wales. He set up camp but kept returning home for a few days before requiring train tickets for his journey back. Unfortunately Bristol is on the way to Wales and he had made some friends in Bristol so rarely made it to his destination. He had to stop off in Bristol where he could score, before returning to Proton penniless having yet again failed to reach Wigwam Warren.

So Proton would buy him another return ticket. This process continued for 3 or 4 years. Quark setting off for Wales and then Proton getting a call to say that he was in either Bristol, Reading or Totnes and could Proton get him a Taxi back home as it was now dark and he was scared. Foolishly this is what Proton did. 2 days later he would be off to Wales again.

Like Bristol, Quark also seemed to have some sort of affinity with the back streets of Swansea. A total shit hole of a town. Just Quarks sort of place. This also had a tendency to interrupt his quest to reach Wigwam Warren. But he did occasionally manage to get there, setting up home in a yurt.

Miraculously Quark had decided to earn some money and had acquired a job erecting fences at a well-known annual music festival…or so he said. But having been found in a ditch on the outskirts of Swansea in possession of a knife, he was promptly arrested. This was the time when knife crime was big in the news. Quark was facing 5 – 10 years in prison.

But Quark is intelligent and resourceful, he got his junkie father to give him a character report and conducting his own defence, managed to charm the courts into giving him just one years’ probation. He followed this up by charming his probation officer into telling him not to bother with his weekly visits as mixing with the other reprobates on probation was probably not a good idea.

So Quark was free to continue his drug abuse.

The yurt in Wigwam Warren was abandoned and Meson, Quarks Junkie father, stumped up the deposit for a rented flat and Quark moved in. Coincidentally the flat was located slap bang in the middle of this town’s druggie area. Quark was in heaven. Even more so because his landlord liked him and wasn’t overly insistent in getting his rent every month. Quark had money to burn. Or inject…or sniff.

Then Meson lost his father and found that he had been left £100 000 in the will. A perfect opportunity for Meson to set his son up for life. Too easy, too boring. £100 000 will buy a lot of heroin so Meson moved over from the States to live with his son. They then proceeded to take heroin until the money ran out. This took less than a year. Meson promptly returned to his mental but extremely rich partner in the States, leaving Quark with a bigger addiction problem than ever before.

Quarks habit continued as it would until the landlord finally started to demand some rent. This was not forthcoming so eviction proceedings were instigated. But somehow Quark managed to appease his landlord saying he would leave of his own accord and would make the flat habitable for a future tenant. He moved out owing £7000. All of which had been spent on heroin, and was duly welcomed back into the bosom of his loving mother.

Subutex was proscribed for Quarks rehabilitation, a drug which stops the cravings for H….apparently. And apparently Quark has stopped taking H but Subutex can be abused and sure as hell it appears that Quark has begun abusing it and continues to do so. Along with Amphetamines and god knows what else. But Proton cannot kick him out of the house, he is her son, he is vulnerable, she cannot make him homeless.

Electron is 56 years old and feels that at best he only has another 18 years of life left. If that. He feels unwell most of the time. Perhaps he has even less time. He cannot sacrifice what is left of this time to an interminable junkie and his indulgent mother.

What to do?

WHILE THE CATS AWAY, PLAY WITH YOUR MOUSE!

Proton continues her recovery. She has now been moved to a private room which is just like a hotel room. TV, Radio and her own private wet room…..it’s fantastic. She has managed to get up and down a flight of 12 stairs twice and is now waiting for the occupational therapist to pass Electrons shed as fit for habitation. It should be. Electron has spent his time clearing up rearranging furniture to the required height adding nice lighting and constructing a daybed in his bedroom. The next step is to build a walk in shower.

Meanwhile….

Quark is on drug week. Charm reports that she has locked all of her things in Protons bedroom. She had noticed that Quark had helped himself to some of her moisturiser. He had also helped himself to Protons expensive honey based moisturiser and conditioner. Even Strangeness purported to not understand why. Electron knows why.

Lets say Quark, who’s washing habits are to say the least irregular, is using these things as a …….lubricant.

Electron surmises this as having once returned with Proton to her house to find Quark in, lets say a state of undress, and asleep, with a bottle of conditioner next to him.

On the sofa in the downstairs lounge with the television still on!

HIP HIP. REHAB!

10 sept 2015

Quark and Roni are not an item. He returned after one night away. But that does not mean they have not bred. God help us.

Proton has been moved to a local health care centre. Everyone at the hospital said it was like a hotel and she would be much better off than in the main hospital. But on the first night she was in tears. She was in a ward where it was obvious that every one of her fellow patients had dementia. Every ward seemed to be full of dementia patients except for on the floor below which contained amputees and heart attack victims. The amputees gathered in their wheelchairs in the car park outside to smoke.

Proton is only 58 but everyone else seemed to be closer to 100 years.

The woman in the bed opposite just sat and stared at her whilst the one on the left only muttered that the staring woman deserves everything that’s coming to her.

The staring woman is Scottish and occasionally shouts out “WHIT!!” like the scrawny character during the interview scene in Trainspotting, it’s all a bit disconcerting.

Sad and depressing doesn’t really cover it.

In the main hospital, Electron used to look out of the window of the main concourse to see other windows. Through these windows he could see grey haired men and women in beds (not that much older than himself and Proton, the people, not the beds), attached to various drips and monitors, people alone, only technology holding them back from the inevitable. Time to wake up before it is too late he thought. (Although he also thought it would make a great painting that no one would want to buy).

On the second day at the new centre, Proton is much improved. Her blood pressure is almost that of a normal human after years of being over 200 over 100 and something. She has not had a cigarette for 2 and a half weeks (but is sneakily vaping, at last!) and is enjoying her physiotherapy. She is in an institution but has become un institutionalised. She is communicating with adults albeit even if some of those have dementia (they still make more sense than Quark most of the time). She has made friends outside of her immediate family. This is the best rehab she could possibly have been given. Perhaps we should break the boys hips. Don’t tempt me.

Charm and Electron continue to visit daily, the boys continue to not visit. Still no card.

Almost 3 weeks after her admission, Charm visits with a friend. He kisses Proton on both cheeks and comments that she is looking far better than the last time he saw her at home sitting in her kitchen (before she broke her hip (i.e. when she was well).

What a damning indictment. Proton has undergone major surgery, has not been able to smoke or drink, cannot eat most of the food that is provided by the hospital, is still in recovery but nonetheless looks better than when she was living with the boys.

Electron and Proton discuss selling her house and kicking the boys into reality and chasing their own dream of living in the sun. It will never happen of course…..or will it?

RONI RETURNS!

3 September 2015

Quark has visited the hospital once, Strangeness is still in hiding.

During the hospital visit Quark was given some money to get some provisions from the hospital shop for his mother. This took 45 minutes and on returning he was incensed that he was getting grief from the police and was being asked to move on all of the time. Electron has been out the front of the hospital vaping many times and not once even seen a policeman. So god only knows what Quark was doing to attract attention. Trawling various wards for pharmaceuticals no doubt.

But today Charm reports that Quark is a very happy junkie. His ex “girlfriend” of some 3 years ago is back in town.
Fresh from release from the mental hospital.

Charm had phoned him whilst out getting provisions for her mother;

“Great news! Roni is back. She is off the meds”

Charm can hear a dog barking in the background. Roni is already in the house.

Charm replies “Roni the schizophrenic who spiked everyone’s drinks in the local pub? (10 people wer taken to hospital). Roni the one who tried to get you killed?”

“ She’s okay now. She didn’t try to get me killed. It was her. She tried to stab me!”

Charm texts Quark stating that Roni is bad bad news and that he should not have anything to do with her. But on returning to Protons house, Quark is gone. Perhaps he is gone for some time, He has taken his milk with him, so lets hope so.

ELECTRONS RANT

DEAR QUARK AND STRANGENESS,
SO YOUR MUM IS IN HOSPITAL. AS SHE LEFT IN THE AMBULANCE QUARK SAID “THIS PLACE WILL BE SORTED OUT WHEN SHE RETURNS” AND HE BEGAN TO  SET ABOUT THE FRONT GARDEN WITH THE SECATEURS.
TURNS OUT YOU STOPPED AFTER 30 MINUTES.
5 DAYS LATER, HAVING FOUND THAT QUARK HAS RAIDED HIS MUMS VAPE EQUIPMENT, I TURN UP TO RESCUE IT TO FIND THAT YOU AND STRANGENESS ARE JUST CARRYING ON AS IF NOTHING HAS HAPPENED. YOU SEEM TO THINK THAT IT IS YOUR HOUSE NOW. MUCH BETTER NOW THAT WOMAN WHO USED TO LIVE THERE HAS GONE.

THE HOUSE REEKS, NO CLEANING UP HAS BEEN DONE  AND YOU ARE AS USUAL BOTH SITTING IN THE FRONT ROOM WATCHING YOU TUBE AND SMOKING DOPE. QUARK NO DOUBT HAVING TAKEN ADDITIONAL “MEDICINE” BESIDES.
HOW CARING.
MAYBE IT WOULD BE AN IDEA TO GET YOUR MOTHER A CARD – I KNOW THAT YOU DONT BELIEVE IN THESE BUT ………
IN THE RIGHT SHOPS YOU CAN GET A CARD FOR AROUND 70 PENCE, YOU HAVE THE MONEY TO BUY DRUGS, SO WHY NOT A CHEAP CARD? ITS WHAT CARING HUMANS DO WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IN IT OR NOT – ITS A NICE THING TO DO.
BUT NO!
YOU JUST SEE THIS AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO SERVE YOURSELVES.

BOTH OF YOU  ARE IN YOUR MOTHERS HOUSE BECAUSE DESPITE APPROACHING 40 YEARS OF AGE  YOU CANNOT  GET YOUR PATHETIC LIVES TOGETHER ENOUGH TO FEND FOR YOURSELVES. YOU PRETEND TO BE THERE FOR YOUR MOTHER BUT YOU ARE REALLY THERE FOR YOUSELVES AND THE INTERNET – EVEN WITH THE CHILD LOCK SETTINGS ACTIVATED. WELL NOW YOUR MOTHER IS NOT THERE, SO WHY ARE YOU? WHY DON’T YOU BOTH GO TO STRANGENESS’S FLAT?

AS USUAL CHARM HAS STEPPED IN. SHE AT LEAST IS STARTING TO MAKE HER WAY IN THE WORLD BUT WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN SHE IS PREPARED TO DROP ALL THAT AND TURN UP TO IMMEDIATELY HELP. BUT SHE WILL HAVE TO RETURN TO HER LIFE SOONER OR LATER.

NOW WE ARE AT THE STAGE WHERE YOUR MOTHER FEELS THAT SHE CANNOT COME BACK TO HER OWN HOUSE AND IS LOOKING TO USE RESPITE CARE. BECAUSE HER SONS, DESPITE PRETENDING TO, CANNOT BE TRUSTED TO LOOK AFTER HER. YOUR MOTHER HAS TO TELL EVERYONE WHO ASKS ABOUT HER STATE OF LIVING THAT SHE LIVES ALONE.

NEVER MIND JUST SKIN UP ANOTHER JOINT, STICK WHATEVER IT IS YOU SPEND YOUR DOLE MONEY ON UP YOUR NOSE OR IN YOUR VEINS, RAID HER BEDROOM QUARK FOR ANYTHING OF USE.

YOU ARE LIKE TWO VULTURES WAITING TO INHERIT THE HOME.

AND THEN YOU CAN SELL THINGS OFF BIT BY BIT AND THEN SELL THE HOUSE TO KEEP YOU IN YOUR PATHETIC LIFESTYLE. AND THEN YOU WILL HAVE NOWHERE TO LIVE APART FROM STRANGENESSES FLAT.

SO AT LAST YOU WILL GO THERE AND SIT IN THE COLD AND DARK TAKING DRUGS AND SMOKING DOPE UNTIL YOU NEED SOME HELP ……… BUT NO ONE WILL COME….NO ONE WILL COME …..AND YOU WILL FINALLY SEE WHAT IT S LIKE TO BE ALONE … AND NO ONE WILL COME BECAUSE YOU HAVE FUCKED TOO MANY PEOPLE OVER.

AND IN TIME ONE OF YOU WILL GO AND NO ONE WILL COME.
AND THE OTHER WILL STARVE .
AND NO ONE WILL COME.

GOOD.

AND THEN SOMEONE WILL NOTICE THE SMELL
AND THE FUMIGATORS WILL COME
AND THE MAGGOT INFESTED CORPSES WILL BE FOUND
AND THEY WILL ASK WHO WERE THESE “PEOPLE” “THE BOYS”
AND THE ANSWER WILL COME

NOTHING