Meltdown…
Posted by dulwichmum on Thu 18 June 2009
This blog has become “Tales from the front line of recession ravaged Dulwich”(gulp).
The delicate aged lady from the humble abode on the corner (3700 square feet of un-modernised accommodation, comprised of three reception rooms, a study, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, orangery, separate servants quarters and extensive outbuildings on a half acre plot), sold up in the middle of last year and went to live in San Francisco to be near her only daughter Alice and her… er… new family (apparently).
A brand spanking new couple (I shall say no more than that) purchased the house and a succession of skips were soon in situ, facilitating the removal every original feature from stained glass to Arts and Crafts coving. I should be surprised if there are any interior walls left at all! Along with truck loads of masonry, pipes, boiler, radiators, roll top baths, MFI white wardrobes that looked like they had once contained Crystal Carrington’s shoulder pads, an old gramophone and even an antique bicycle were observed (not by me of course, I am far too busy for idle neighbourhood type gossip…).
Meddlesome Felicity invited everyone over to theirs for drinks last weekend to welcome the new neighbours who had just taken up residence, but to her horror, ”Gaz” thoughtlessly announced that all work on his new home has now prematurely ceased as he has been made redundant. OHMYGOD! The room hushed, the pleasant ambience spoiled. His synthetic looking “partner” bit her enormous lip, but Felicity Is never short of something to say:
“Never mind sweetie, poor people have always lived in that house… Can I tempt you with a Gloucester organic black spot cocktail sausage?”
I almost choked. Although the way that the new neighbors gorged themselves – I half expected them to ask permission to bring home the damn leftover chicken carcass to boil it up and make a stock!
I can’t decide which event of the evening offended me most. This recession really is incredibly difficult for some, clearly…
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Daddy Papersurfer said,
Mumsy – I’m shocked ‘comprising of’ !!!!!!! – you never ever put ‘of’ after comprise. You’re obviously in a state – this is a poor state of affairs indeed ….. dear oh dear …..
aims said,
Darling – what is the world coming to?! Just yesterday The Man brought home a flank steak! instead of a New Yorker…OMG!
Now – why does blogger never update you? I just don’t get it! I’ve missed so much – and you – of course!
dulwichmum said,
Oh Daddy dear,
Please don’t slap my legs. I am such an air head. I miss going to Ascot so much, I am typing through my tears…
Perfect Aims,
I am a “net” you see, and everything is in a pickle! I have missed you so very much. How will you cook that steak exactly?
Frog in the Field said,
Poor DM!
How you suffer, do let me pour you a drink!
Frog
x
Absolutely Write said,
That Felicity is a right one – it sounds like she had a sensitivity removal procedure on the way to the butchers.
dulwichmum said,
Sweet Frog,
I thought you would never offer! I shall have a large one… Make it a gin with slimline tonic, I believe it is far less calorific and I must look after my …er… health.
Darling Absolutely Write,
I am surrounded by such strange people sweetie. Can I pour you something cold?
Kitschen Pink said,
Sweetie- it sounds such fun – call me! I need to convince you of the delights of skip diving. Only today hubby came home with almost a pallet full of lovely bricks, straight out of a skip! Yesterday it was wood which we’ll burn through the winter to keep warm! t.xxx
dulwichmum said,
Pass the gin (sniff) – I can drink it straight from the bottle if I use a straw… OHMYGOD!
gaelikaa said,
This is a lovely post and too surprising. I thought it was a post about the current global pandemic judging by the photographic illustration – and it was about something else entirely!!!!
MelRoXx said,
Sounds freaky! Nosey neighbours can be a pain…
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