Phoenix Fights

Fighting the FEAR, depression and BDP on a daily basis AND making my own bread. Bring it on 2016….

PITY PARTY TRACK 20 – TRAPPED – COLONEL ABRAMS

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Yes it’s Pity Party time again, so swig down your vodka and orange (squash), put down your cheese straws and hit the dance floor as I’m just lining up the 12″ version of Colonel Abram’s ‘Trapped’ so you can get down with yo bad self 80’s style.

I can get even more down on mine.

😦

Apols for my absence of late, but I so wanted to have good news for you for my next post, but sadly things have not gone according to plan.

Re my three pronged approach (see Safe as Houses) I’ve done two out of three (which Meatloaf will concur, ain’t bad), but am shit scared to do the latter.

Mainly because my property has been on the market for two weeks now, and I’ve only had one person over to view it.

ONE.

So I can’t even say to my lenders that there’s lots of interest and that I should be out before Christmas and pay you off in full, so right now I am nigh on nostalgic for the days when my biggest worry was which club to go to, and whether my flat mate would ‘borrow’ my favourite tarty, scrunchy body con dress before I got home from work.

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Hell, I’m nostalgic for that pitiful fear I had but two weeks ago at the mere thought of selling this place.  Little did I know that the market is practically moribund due to (according to the estate agent) concern of how the election might affect interest rates and the imminent arrival of Christmas.

Didn’t tell me that when I listed with them, did he, fucking slimy, bloodsucking twat?

Then I was terrified that I wouldn’t make enough to finance my new life elsewhere.  Now I’m shitting bricks and having nightmares about being repossessed, ending up on the streets, and/or having bailiffs take my car.

And before anyone suggests it, I can’t rent it out because I wouldn’t make any profit and I wouldn’t get my rent paid by the government because I’m be a property owner.  And no, I couldn’t stay with friends because now it’s critical, everyone’s has gone very quiet and seem to have forgotten their casual ‘Oh you can always come and stay with us’, because, let’s be honest, they never thought it would come to this otherwise they’d have kept their gobs shut.

As for my family, they never made that offer in the first place (no hypocrite they), and are now very much ‘Oh everyone’s in the same boat’ when I showed them the white of my eyes out of sheer desperation.

Well we’re not actually.  We’re not even in the same fucking river!  No one is going to make you homeless you bastards.

The only good thing about this situation is that you find out who your real friends are.

Trouble is, I don’t appear to have any, so I am trapped, and totally powerless and at the mercy of besuited bankers whom I will have to come clean to, and hope that they give me six months or so to shift this pile and get the hell outta Dodge.

On the plus (?) side, I’ve started Schema Therapy!

Oh boy, now that’s another story.

Stay tuned for another exciting episode of ‘The Fall and Fall of a Failing, Flailing, Fucked Up 50 Something’…..

Namas-frigging-te x

https://sistasertraline.wordpress.com/2014/09/06/safe-as-houses/

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7 thoughts on “PITY PARTY TRACK 20 – TRAPPED – COLONEL ABRAMS

  1. Reminds me of the ten day eviction I had this month…sucks…

  2. Schema therapy ? – is that worth describing ? – or just something we don’t want to know about ?

  3. I put a comment up and it has gone.:-(

  4. From where is bred this glut of insects deluding themselves about their humanity? And, how and why is it proliferating exponentially every fucking day? The only life form able to survive a nuclear holocaust is cockroaches, they will inherit the earth? Who the hell needs an atomic conflagration—the Blattariae already have possession of, deed and title to this, our world. How did they do it? Why aren’t they cataleptic with shame and guilt? Most importantly, why are we constitutionally incapable of following their cretaceous, monomaniacal example?

    Dear, dear Madame, you are a woman so much “more sinned against than sinning”. However, you are wrong—you are not friendless. Easy for me to claim, of course, separated by an ocean. But, it’s still the G-d’s own truth.

    Not having cable television, I have never seen “The Fall and Fall…”, though, I am inveterately, unrepentantly addicted to “Profile In Courage: The Rise and Rise of One Right Broad”. 😉

  5. You will be OK, dear Sista. Buyers might be thin on the ground, but it only takes one! Thinking of you, sending good vibes.

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