Cruella De Ville
I am so angry right now I’m probably not going to make much sense. Actually that would have been yesterday when Mammy2 told me. We live in a rented apartment and have done so for the last 3 years. We recently renewed our lease for another year. Every 6 months, the estate agent sends around an agent to check that the place is in order and we haven’t broken windows and what not.
For the last 3 years, this lady has been a lovely woman, the woman who originally showed us the place and is aware of our situation. She has always commented on how well we keep the place and how the landlady will miss us if we ever decided to move out. She has also pointed out that when we do move, that the kids room will need a lot of work. Something we were aware of and had said we would take care of it. This lady has since left the estate agents and in her place is Cruella De Ville.
Its the only apt description I can think of. She arrived into the apartment yesterday morning and was a bitch from the start to the finish.Mammy2 is off sick so she was there when she arrived in. She was aghast at the kids room. Do people not do handovers? Like surely she would have been informed of the different tenants. She said there was no way we were going to get our deposit back with the state of the room. Mammy2 explained that this is something we are aware of and the room will be completly redone when we move out. She was still not impressed and said that we would have to pay an extra 200 euros onto the deposit we originally paid because it wouldn’t cover it. Blah, blah, etc. She asked how much we were paying.
She couldn’t believe it and told Mammy2 that ‘we can be guaranteed that it won’t be staying at that’ when the lease is up for renewal. Mammy2 handed her over the lease we had already signed. I would have hit her in face with it. Basically the rent stays the same for this year. But I just know she’s going to try and get the landlady put the rent way up. If the landlady hasn’t asked for an increase, surely that’s her issue and not Cruella’s? I am so incensed I will be writing a letter to the estate agents. If our landlady values us as tenants, she can get some other person to check the place, bcause I’d run across that woman sooner then have her peer under the beds.
Wagon.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I hate this shit. You pay rent, you take care of a place and never once in the last 3 years have we had to contact the landlady and now suddenly the rent should go up? Because Cruella wants a new Dalamation jacket? She can feck right off. The apartment has been home for the kid since she moved to Dublin and we were hoping to stay another 2 years at least , to give us enough time to get a deposit together. Now I don’t know whether we’ll be able to stay on next year.
In other news, the kid did really well in her maths exam. Or she thinks. We had a good chat with C, the counseller. The kid is so different with her nowadays, she chats more, jokes more compared to when we first brought her in. Head down, not a word out of her. The counseller has a lovely habit of trying to get us to talk too. Mammy2 has no issues with it but I’m not a fan of this therapy malarky so I don’t play along. I did discuss what I was comfortable and that was about it. I hate when
the counseller talks and then there’s silence and you just know she’s looking at you , waiting for a comment. For example, she brought up the whole area of the kid being sexually active and both myself and the kid sunk further into the chair whilst Mammy2 looked on bemused. The session went well though and she’s going to continue seeing the kid and said that perhaps we should all meet more often. If she’s thinking of family therapy she can think again!
Afterwards, Mammy2 had a meeting to go to and so I suggested to the kid we go get some food and head to the cinema. She was chuffed. But she had to change before we headed. I didn’t see anything wrong with what she was wearing, in fact I was delighted to see a trousers and some skin coverd. Of course, that changed. Gone was the trousers and nice top, in place was the corset, the skirt , the knee length boots and the ripped tights. Walking up town of a Thursday night was fun with her by my side. I was in full protective mode. If we are walking up town, walk on the outside. If we are passing a group of lads, circle her until she gets dizzy. When she’s going to toilet, follow 2 steps behind. Just the usual protective parental role.
She was all chat about school and one of her mates, who is having an on-off-on again relationship with her boyf, who’s a bit of a scumbag. She seems to have settled more into school thank god. Also, she seems to have made other friends after the great fall out of last year. Apparently her mate is being stalked by a psychotic first year who’s cross-eyed. She did an imitation of the girl and I had to re-primand her. I told her she can’t be giving out about bullying in the school if she goes around taking the piss out of this first year. She didn’t see the relation at all. She said she didn’t do it to her face. Which obviously was much better. I told her not to take the piss, she looked suitably contrite. I don’t think she would be a bully , but you never can tell. I’ll have a chat with her again about it over the weekend.
No plans for the weekend but I have a load of work to do. I was supposed to do it last night but I decided to be spontaneous and bring the kid out. Apparently she was amazed. I don’t do spontaneous at all. Most people will tell you this. I need a plan, I need structure. But it worked out well, mainly because I gave myself an hour either way 
Its Friday, its dark and wet and rainy but its Friday! And a Bank holiday which means 3 days off work. Wahay!
