Oh please let all the bad bits of The Family be a result of nurture and not nature. I would do/give anything for The Child to be nothing like them. Anything.
Now I wish I could feel sorry for poor Matriarch who is possibly going to be finished off by diabetes, but am I wrong in thinking that some of her troubles could have been brought on by her continued consumption of sugar and cakes? I admit I could be wrong on this. It is type 2 that she’s got, and I thought it was supposed to be diet controlled. But never mind.
Anyway, I wasn’t planning on talking about Matriarch’s poor health. This flat she’s been getting ready to move into was broken into last week. Not much was taken, just a few items out of her freezer, her cutlery, and a few of her DVDs (though not all). They also took a bag of wool, and The Ex’s oldest brother’s paint brush and paint. A random selection of stuff then. Oh, they also took the net curtains. It seems the culprits were a gang of errant youths from the same council estate. Oh, and the ringleader has been in and out of care since she was very little. The Family know who this ring leader is, for she is the daughter of The Ex’s eldest brother’s ex girlfriend. Hmm. Oh, and if the stolen goods aren’t all returned, Matriarch is apparently determined to sue them. Now perhaps I’m just being cynical, but I don’t think that would be a good idea. Only four of the kids are actually going to be going to prison at all. And that isn’t guaranteed. I also know that aggravating kids like that probably isn’t a good idea. Yes, what they did wasn’t nice (to put it mildly), and yes of course Matriarch is now scared to move. My guess is that was part of what these kids were after, scaring an old lady. Suing them will solve nothing surely. And to be blunt, it’s not as though they took anything of value. If it were me, I would be wanting to forget the whole thing as soon as possible, and not do anything to provoke further such episodes. But what do I know. According to Matriarch, probably nothing. But I do know a bit about how such kids think and behave. They aren’t scared of the police, or prison. Suing them will only serve to provoke them. It won’t scare them off. Unless they actually have a brain between them, but that I doubt. I could be wrong, but I suspect they’re still having a good old laugh about it, despite having been caught. Bless the chavvy cherubs.
On a lighter note, Psycho strikes again. He actually relented, and forked out for a van to move their dad and his belongings up from London. He’d initially insisted that whatever wouldn’t fit in a car would be left behind. Nice of him yes? Anyway, they got back this morning, while The Ex was at work. Psycho phoned him as soon as they got back demanding to know where The Ex was, as he wasn’t waiting at their flats to help unload. The Ex replied that he was at work. This only enraged Psycho, because without The Ex’s help the dreaded wool shop would remain shut for longer than he wished. I would love to know how much business a wool shop in a town like this looses by not opening until half nine in the morning. I wouldn’t imagine it would lose that much, but what would I know? Anyway, Psycho lost it. He’s such a charming person. And I might add that The Ex can’t actually do that much in the way of carting furniture and boxes up multiple flights of stair at the moment due to a broken hand. But never mind, it all adds to Psycho’s charm. He can’t bear to put himself out for anyone else. Especially not when he has brothers who can do everything for him. I just wish The Ex would tell him where to go, and not then go running back for more. Then again, if that did happen, I wouldn’t get any more of these depressing yet amusing tales. Oh well. I just really hope this insanity is not hereditary. I really do.
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