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Princess Masango... a living nightmare
As it is, I'm usually a fairly patient, easy-going and tolerant person.
But the noise, mess and disruption I have suffered at the hands of this
Zimbabwean lady and her extended family & friends, has driven me to create
this page and share it with the world.
Please don't think that I'm racist, I understand that there will always be culture gaps, but the boundaries of tolerence and understanding have stretched well past breaking point. Not alone, she and her family have also managed to frustrate both my fellow tenant and local neighbours.
Towards the end of March 2005, the landlord's agent finally issued Princess
with a 'Notice to Quit' the premises, giving her two months clear notice.
Despite a last minute plea, she moved out for good at the end of May 2005
after several years of hell.
Raw onion left on the worktop for several days

Blood from raw meat & other assorted liquids festering at the bottom of the fridge

The fridge with space filled up with Stella for Princess's man, illicitly
lodging in her room

Various roasted and raw meat products together in the freezer

And yet more raw meat, in preperation for another drunken boozeup with family & friends, late into the (working day's) night

The extent of the cuts of meat left on the worktop

Milk, juice and jars cleared away to make room for further bottles
of Stella

Clothes of mine drying on the radiator removed in order to dry these
delightful cuddly toys for Princess's niece

Bless...

Not sure if it was a dog or sheep, but it's where my washing was drying
just a few hours earlier

Just a normal window, but helpfully left open for potential burglers
while Princess is out

Back to the fridge again, where the entire lower space is full of
further Stella bottles

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