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Conversations with my bailiff: 18th November
18th November 2009 | 3 comments | 2 people like this
I am not feeling very good today. A bailiff came this morning. Not Barry. Come to think of it, I have never met Barry. This Bailiff, a stocky man with a red face, answers to the name of “Council Tax Bailiff.” It appears that the Ex has not been paying Council Tax. He was supposed to pay Council Tax as part of the financial settlement. He has not paid for...
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Conversations with my bailiff: 9th November
9th November 2009 | 1 comments | 2 people like this
I have the money! I have it in my bank account. I keep looking at my bank account. It hasn’t had four figures on it for as long as I can remember. I want to cry. I just want to look at it. Not the money, the figures!! £3,028.00! I had £28.00 in the account, left over from last week’s wages from Pierre. As I am salivating over those pretty numbers the...
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Conversations with my bailiff: 23rd October
23rd October 2009 | 0 comments | 0 votes yet, click here to agree or disagree
It has taken several days for me to get over my first meeting with armed robber. The armed robber is George Clooney’s twin! He is very political, very liberal, except when it comes to anti social behaviour, drugs and people trafficking, and he has very strong views about the environment.
I need to wind back a few days. I should start with the bus trip to Pentonville Prison, which is conveniently... -
Conversations with my bailiff: 14th October
14th October 2009 | 0 comments | 0 votes yet, click here to agree or disagree
The clairvoyant lives in a rather smart road. We drive around in my friend’s foxy sunny yellow car looking for a parking space. A monstrous black four wheel drive, constructed for tough country driving rather than manipulating small streets in London, shoots out of a parking space. “There.” I yell. “She of the E Bay party, and Hoxton Market” immediately cuts across the oncoming traffic and reverses into the bay. ...
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Conversations with my bailiff: 8th October
8th October 2009 | 2 comments | 0 votes yet, click here to agree or disagree
I’ve been very quiet for the last few weeks. First it was the flu and now it is the “debtors” blues. She of the E Bay Party and the trip to Hoxton Market, has decided another on another expedition.
She is collecting me in her yellow foxy car and we are going “somewhere”. I warn about the lack of ready cash. “No problem, “ she informs me, “this afternoon is on me.” All morning,... -
Conversations with my bailiff: 18th September
18th September 2009 | 0 comments | 0 votes yet, click here to agree or disagree
Last night was dinner with the ex. I marinated the chicken wings. He seemed to enjoy them. He certainly ate more than his share. As he chewed his way through yet another wing he remarked that I used to do this same marinade with lamb and it was better…there was more meat. Daughter said “that was when we had more money”.
Ex looked shocked. He glanced at daughter to see if... -
Conversations with my bailiff: 4th September
4th September 2009 | 1 comments | 0 votes yet, click here to agree or disagree
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
3rd September 2009 | 1 comments | 0 votes yet, click here to agree or disagree
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: 11th August
11th August 2009 | 0 comments | 0 votes yet, click here to agree or disagree
I awake with a sick feeling in my stomach. For a moment I don’t know why and then my brain’s personal light bulb flashes. Barry is back in four days. Barry is back on Friday. I am sure he won’t be going back to work till Monday, but he might ring on Friday….just to catch up.
I am going to have to tell him about the subsidence. He is going to... -
Conversations with my bailiff: 31st July
31st July 2009 | 1 comments | 0 votes yet, click here to agree or disagree
Life is good.
Daughter is on school trip, and she’s having fun, canoeing, abseiling….is that the same as bungee jumping?. No it can’t be. Health and safety wouldn’t let a bunch of ten year olds jump into the void.. Of course they wouldn’t. What am I thinking about? Just to be sure I call the school. School secretary puts my mind at rest. I inform ex. He says he was never...
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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.




