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Conversations with my bailiff: 9th September
9th September 2009 | 0 comments | 0 votes yet, click here to agree or disagree
I cannot quite believe it, but I have a job, a writing job, a proper writing job! Not that lavatory installation isn't a worthy thing to write about. I am lucky to have been given the chance to enter into the "how to" market. But unfortunately no one has answered my emails enquiring if there might be room for more "how to " leaflets.
Meanwhile, I have my boss at the... -
Conversations with my bailiff: 4th September
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It’s the day of the E Bay party. Supplies have been provided by my writer friend. There is a pineapple (neither of us like pineapple but my friend was told that poverty demands pineapple! She was told by a woman who was a red head, she totally believes it and insists we eat it!) She brings other gifts, a bottle of cava, and an avocado. I provide bread, home made,...
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Conversations with my bailiff: 3rd September
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It’s my morning call to Barry. I gingerly mention that I have spent the weekend going through my accounts. I don’t mention the trip to Hoxton.
“I‘ve had a terrible weekend. My daughter, Heather, she’s left her husband, and she’s gone off with a chancer with a fruit and veg stall.”I want to ask where the fruit and veg stall is, and could I get a trade discount? I stop myself, ... -
Conversations with my bailiff: 1st September
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I don’t know about your bank holiday weekend, but mine is being spent facing my demons, credit and debit.
Barry needs a repayment plan. Barry has said that once the plan is in place, I must NOT default. To be honest he was quite crisp. I am not sure if he even wished me a nice weekend. What the hell am I thinking about, worrying that the Bailiff didn’t wish me...
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Madelaine Greene
My name is Madelaine Greene. I am 38, a freelance journalist, divorced with a daughter of 10, and I am in financial melt down. I've been fired from my one regular column; more work seems a distant dream. My ex husband has difficulty remembering he is supposed to pay maintenance, and now, Barry, the bailiff, has come to call. Oh... I am hopelessly in love with a younger man, a flute player in folk band. I am not sure he is faithful, but I'm older than him, so I make no claims. I am a thoroughly modern statistic. Welcome to my world.
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