I recieved a call from housing saying they were sending someone to move my items. I was confused what had to be moved and why no one explained anything to me.
I was told they woulkd be coming on the thursday. i did not recieve a notice of entry for this.
I rang/messaqged the number i was given by housing on the thurdsday morning just after 5 am as i was verfy sick thst day and couldnt not function properly.
The conversation is postged below. I felt under pressure to accept them coming that day with the veiled threat I would be in trouble off housing.
They arrived around 8 am which was way too early for me as can be referenced by the messages.
I believe the name was Shelleys Cleaning Services but do not quote me on that, I heard him yell it once when he was at my door and i dragged myself, double over in agony to see him.
I explained how sick I was, i was having a really bad reaction to some food I had eaten and had already passed out in the bathroom from the pain. I did not want anyone around my home that day.
It was still so early but he had really imposed on me via text message and I felt if I hadn’t agreed to his demands of “today’ then i woujld of got yet another bad report in at housing.
Here is the morning text messages when i message him early to let hm know how sick I was and could we make it later in the week,.
I showed him where the pile of rubbish was to take to the tip.
The both of them had soon cleared that and i watched him move on to where I had an old wood bed frame I was going to use as lattice work for the next bit of my garden.
He picked it up and thew it into the ski trailer and began to put my blue plastic drums I had bought from Dilarnil for 25 dollars each into the skip. I told him to hang on, I said that’s not rubbish.
He was standing up on the trailer and began yelling at me which terrified me, I was bent over in so much pain and could hardly stand up.
The woman stood there with her hands on her hips staring at me as he kept picking things up and said: Its all got to go Margaret” “other wise housing is coming in next week to bulldoze the lot”.
Thst stunned me that he was threatneing to destroy my belongings I said no they are not none of that it rubbish I need it moved not thrown out.
He came right up to me and said Margaret it is all rubbish it ALL has to go Margaret and swept his arm around and pointed to all my belongings in the yard for my garden build and paint studio.
Look at it it is all rubbish Margaret. My vision went darker and I shrunk a little more,. By now all i wanted to do was to crawl in bed for a week and cry.
I was shaking from being yelled at, I was confused and couldn’t understand why he was so vehement and angry and yelling and so insistent and harassing me about throwing ALL my stuff away. He kept on saying housing is coming to bulldoze the lot.
I was near my garden that I had build and I was so dizzy from lack of electrolytes that i held on to the frame and said no, you are not going to throw my things out.. might be shit to you but its my shit.. please take all of my items out of your trailer and put them back and then you can leave please. I dont want you here after abusing me and your threats I told you I was too sick today and now I feel so much worse
He kept wanting to talk over me but i was too sick to engage, so I just said please leave and i walked up the back of the units to Daves in number 6 where I felt safe and sat there and cried.
When I left Daves I couldnt see their trailer, i thought they had gone. I was on the way to barbara’s unit when I saw then next to the skip bin beside unit two. The woman was in the man’s arms as if being comforted and they both gave me evil looks.
I scuttled inside and laid down and tried to sleep feeling so sick and distressed. I was so sick at the time I was down to 45 kilos.
A few nights later i walked past the skip bing to toss some rubbish in it when i saw a glimpse of what looked like a scarf my mother had knitted me before she died.
I climbed into the skip bing and crawled down to it seeing it was indeed a scarf my mother had knitted which was ain a box in the yard to be moved safely. I then pulled seversal boxes of items and many many loose items that belonged to me out of the skip bin that were not rubbish but had been treated so carlessly by the contractors. I am not sure if anytrhing is missing and has been taken by the contractors other than what i found in the skip bin because I do not know where any of my items are now.
