Trap housing diary at ex-husband's flat, who is recovering from strokes and kidney damage. This is NOT my home and he has made his choice, he prefers to be disabled with mini-strokes and other illnesses on top of that and NO WAY can I disclose his address, NO WAY he will do the slightest complain to his landlord as this means his landlord can terminate or give him notice to leave and my ex-husband is too traumatised to keep moving house and too poor to have 1500 pounds for upfront deposit and advance rent as required with private landlords. Plus, he cannot really apply for council housing, we went through the form and it requires tremendous information for five years past, council housing goes only to those with the best credit check scores.
So, I am at his place to keep him company, as he is ill and alone at age 45 only and also to use his broadband as I cannot afford one myself.
I just got shot here, with the same microwave blast which had shot me on the head when I went to the laundrette at Vincent Road last week. When this weapon penetrates inside a house, the light flickers for a second. Plus, the electrical wiring is rigged and there is no way of telling if irradiation is coming from wiring or handheld devices next door.
Most TIs consent to torture and constant illness as homelessness is too hard for their fragile cardiovascular and frazzled central nervous system.
Let's throw the light of love and forgiveness to this sad reptilian world !
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