Well,

did you really think that you will stay until the end of the month, continue to behave like living in a hotel, in the end not pay the bills and then just leave?

Did you really think that you can just leave all the mess behind you? NOPE!

I already know that I don’t have to expect anything from you, but crap and NOW I tell you now what you will do. You will leave the house BEFORE me and you will NOT return.

I will leave the flat at the 23.rd, I will change the locks that day and anything remaining in the flat will be removed at the 23.rd 12:00 by movers to clean.

You have the chance to remove your stuff the whole week until 23.rd 12:00 and I suggest you take the opportunity to avoid any further costs on my side.

To clarify. I went to the Weesp police station and they told me that I do have the right to change the locks because I am the MAIN tenant and the lease is on me.

Have a good life and I hope you never see us again.

We just came home from a long walk, it’s a sunny day and we used the opportunity to get a bit fresh air in our heads when a guy with a ZIGGO t-shirt approached us and asked where to find the Dichtershof. We told him to walk around the building because the main entrance is on the other side.

And then suddenly there is this ZIGGO Technician standing in our kitchen ready to install Alfred’s internet connection in our house, WTF? I thought the “internet issue” is solved, but it looks like there is still an area for stress and discussion.

He fucks us up, didn’t speak to us for days and now this ‘surprise’? Is he totally bonkers? We are still the main tenants and there is a working internet available. So what is he thinking? Is there actually one reasonable brain cell left?

Sunday morning. Easter morning and before the first coffee the stress arrives.

Alfred: “Were is the vacuum cleaner?”

Vil: “For you out of service, because you didn’t pay anything for cleaning stuff. I bought everything last month with my last money and I am not your service agency and this is no hotel.”

He comes near me and invades my range of privacy. It’s a pretty aggressive statement’ and I don’t feel very well with that. I better back off, but not for me, for him. I don’t want to explode.

Alfred: “Bla, bla, bla….. another threat…. bla…. bla… bla…!”

I decide ignore him, there is no use to continue this useless discussions, I will leave the house and have a walk, because I don’t really know how to keep calm if he continues to bother me.

Are you fucking joking? You behave like a tool and now you still have demands? Just to let you know, that the hotel service is over. I don’t know which planet you are from, but in our galaxy there is a basic understanding of decency and respect.