My Simple Abodes

Georgek

George
Here is where I spend half of my time in the village.

The property is now up for sale as I cannot stand living there anymore.
Love the property...it is just the people.


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View at the back at our village house

This is our second property...although suburban to an extent, still has this country feel.

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Then we have the town house at Eastwood. Doors away from DH Lawrence's house

Costing us a heck of a lot in rates at the moment!
 
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Georgek

George
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Our front garden in the country.

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We like the 'old country feel' . Most of our pictures are antiques.

The mantle piece beam is about 150 years old .

Part of our kitchen in Nuthall. About two thirds.
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Just want to show folks, that We are not 'down and outs' having nothing to do all day.

As the paranormal is not to get me attention...I just love the research.

So 'yes' I have other things to do...but I choose my dedication
 

Georgek

George
Your house is very nice. I like the garden.
Thanks Diva,

I spend about two hours a day, seven days a week maintaining it...lol

My biceps are about 5" diameter now with that hedge trimmer.

We lost our cat and spent about 4 hours looking for her.

The heat is unbelievable;e in the UK reaching about 39 degrees C.
We found her poorly under a shade and took her to Nuthall to make sure she eats and is okay?

She is like a 'fish out of water' and does not like the outer city!
She has cooled down a bit with the car air conditioning and has started eating a little bit.
 

pigfarmer

tall, thin, irritable
Nice digs George. Hope the kitty recovered. Our two tomcats are indoors only and they don't appear to mind the .... uhhhh ... creature comforts they enjoy.

Yeah. Buying a piece of property can give you privacy but also a hell of a workout. After 22 years the snow removal and yard maintenance is tedious.

Whatever the next humble abode is will factor that in.
 

Georgek

George
Nice digs George. Hope the kitty recovered. Our two tomcats are indoors only and they don't appear to mind the .... uhhhh ... creature comforts they enjoy.

Yeah. Buying a piece of property can give you privacy but also a hell of a workout. After 22 years the snow removal and yard maintenance is tedious.

Whatever the next humble abode is will factor that in.
The cat is my main worry.
I love cats and rabbits.

Had about three hours sleep worrying about Peggy the cat.
We called her Peggy because about 7 years ago, she wondered into our garden as a stray.
She had a leg infection and we bandaged and fed her to health.

She is always there to meet us when we arrive at our country home. Sometimes sitting on the tree stump half way down the lane waiting if we are late.
We are due to take her to the vet in two hours time. (more expense)

I am a 'sensitive' and I hurt easily. People do not understand that. Things bother me a lot.

Probably one reason why I had never kept a job when I worked for other people?

I build a protective shield around me and apart from people I care for, I would rather be alone.
Often sit in a restaurant on a corner table away from others. When my peace is shattered, I move across to another table and others argue with me why I moved?

Usually coming up to hit me. Then I get into trouble with the manager for igniting a disturbance and have to find another restaurant where I can sit quietly and eat my food.

It is pretty much the same with my house.

He comes along from 600 yds away, and asks why I changed my light bulb? As his wife has to walk near my land.

Been told that I have to fit in...but I do not like any of them. So I am moving.

I do not understand why others cannot respect the privacy of others?

The police deem me a trouble maker because I do not fit in with them. Saying that I do not have to like them, as to just be friendly.

If I do not like them, I cannot be friendly as I am not a hypocrite.

My other houses...things are okay. I am the quietest neighbour you will come across. The ones at Nuthall...apart from the occasional nod, are okay. They want to be by themselves and I respect that.

The lady at Eastwood is a chatterbox and we spend hours talking. We like her.

I can read people before their lips move. Often their mouths say something different to what their brain is thinking.

Most are all like that.

When I am near people in general it is like madness. I can hear:- "I want...I want...give me that...and this"

It becomes nauseating.

I bought the country house for peace and tranquillity and the police said that if I wanted peace to go live in a field.
At one time, I wanted to live in the Troodos mountains ...but the Russians got hold of the area to escape Russia when it broke up. A lot of which are Mafia.

We have to dig for water and lay power cables.

You may wonder why I am up and about when you guys in America are awake?

I sleep at day and up at night when everyone is asleep as I like my peace. When madness starts during the day.....I am asleep with my ear plugs...lol

There is a lot of love in the world and so much hate. It tears you apart like hot and cold water.

Some people are dead from the head up. No pain...love or sorrow...just existing.

What is wrong with the world, that it cannot accept that others are different?

As to be like them...I cannot be, but that be their world ..not mine
 
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nivek

As Above So Below
If I do not like them, I cannot be friendly as I am not a hypocrite.

Being friendly to those you do not like is not being a hypocrite, its being a human being...Of course to 'do' anything one must 'be' first and foremost...

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Georgek

George
Being friendly to those you do not like is not being a hypocrite, its being a human being...Of course to 'do' anything one must 'be' first and foremost...

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The trouble here/there...'nevek' is the word caution.
This guy used to tell me that he can do what he wants. I reported him many times and eventually got tired because I was losing my property. He turned and laughed by saying that they were like 'putty in his hands'

He manipulates people and is very powerful with a good job and money.

I tried being friendly and he treated me as a gullible idiot.

My life was made hellish as he has no consideration for others. His motto is:- "I do what I like and no one can afford to stop me"

At the moment he is bound by the courts indirectly, so he cannot do the things that he wants to do.

His scheme was that no one could afford to take him on. When I did, his solicitor tried throwing the case out of court because they had NO case.

Now I have won my requests...he keeps away.

He wanted all the neighbours to back him up. Hence by saying:- "I will bankrupt him, so he will sell his house and we can then do what we like and park on his land"


He never realised for an instance that I was richer than he was and although I could lose, it would not bankrupt us.

Now just imagine what will happen if I am friendly with him?

He would look upon it as weakness. Then carry on his burning, cut his trees, have late night parties and even hang his washing on my trees.

Then if I reported him, he will say:-

"Oh...George is meant to be my friend...why is he doing this to me? We trusted him and Leigh was so upset about it...she cries constantly and our poor kids are so distressed.....tha....tha..that I don't know what to do (sob!)"

Oh vengeance is sweet!!!


"Good afternoon Dave...how are you (tee-hee)"

(Dave has now got my fence blocking him all the way out with my 8ft fence right next to his window obstructing his view )


Ben.....how is your car?

(glare)

Joe(Ben) Eighty Nine and a Half can no longer park his Mercedes on my land.

All the bimbos had disappeared as well and their houses up for sale and peace and quiet at last!

They are not like normal people. I recon they have bean poles down their backs, not even turning to look at you. No head side ways movement.

They really think they are 'it'

Now they hate me more...which is good.

The atmosphere is terrible. Those who are left are like 'rattle snakes' very still at the moment.

I say absolute nothing to them in case I get accused of something? If anything goes wrong...it is like living on a bomb site. Very dangerous as any problems... I have to go to my solicitor costing £300 a time.

I must say nothing.
 

Georgek

George
When dreams are shattered we have to move on.
It is when we cannot move on, that is when tensions break.

We cannot simply sit back and let others destroy us. Something has to give.

The rules in the country differ to that of the city.

In the city, everyone has to abide by the laws that govern our land. Most who move to the country do so because they cannot get away with dong the things what they do in the city.

There are far too many people who will not tolerate bad behaviour and they know it.
The problem that we have in the country, is that it stretches back to the 1800s.

This guy who owns the farmhouse is at the top of the hill 600 yds away and is probably the largest property around with six bedrooms.

Back in the 1800s, The Farm House owned all the plots of land and barns and had workers who would lodge in 'out houses'.

These 'out houses' were barns which later became barn houses and sold off to residents. Our plot of land had a silo and part of an orchard.

Our bungalow was built around 1982 which was previously owned by a couple. The husband had died, leaving the property to his wife who just rented parted of our garden from Lord Manvers-Pierpont

Charles Pierrepont, 1st Earl Manvers - Wikipedia

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We purchased the garden as to stop others building on it and to preserve our peace and tranquillity.

The woman who owned the bungalow, relied heaavily on the help and consideration of the owner of The Farm House.

By which she had done favours to these residents by allowing them to use her land and even take part of it as a favour.

There had never been an EASEMENT

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When she sold the property to us, all verbal rights were dissolved as she sold the property to us for cash all complete apart from the garden area we purchased from Lord Manvers.

Things carried on from over a century as The farmhouse made it's own laws by taking what it wanted in return for favours.

When we moved in, we co-operated to a degree out of sheer politeness.

The crux arose after the bonfires became more and more frequent. The Farmhouse owner made sure that the firs were away from his property and on a small piece of land near his septic tank near our property.

To gain good favour with other neighbours he would also invite them to place their rubbish to burn, by which every neighbour from yards around would drag their rubbish to burn at that spot.

I approached them quite politely and requested that just like ourselves, can they not dispose of their rubbish in a reasonable way?

I was told that there was nothing that I could do about it, and just to make their point clearer, they would light another fire now.

I was prepared to hire them a piece of land further down from the farmer in order to make amends.

His wife just stormed off cutting across our garden as I followed to try and discuss the problem. She then accused me of STALKING her!!!

Made me out as a sex pervert that I was also spying on her with my CCTV and her children whilst drooling over the images on my mobile phone.

I found that disgusting as the only reason why we had the cameras was to protect our property especially after having our oil pinched.
Things got progressively worse because I just wanted nothing more to do with them.

So instead, they tried to drive us away from our property because we would not do what we were told.

We were now fighting the most influential couple in the village.

You literally could not get on with them, but had to do what you were told!

I am not the kind of person who does what he is told...sorry.

They broke the law through sheer numbers and would make our lives intolerable.

If I changed my flood light for LEDs, I would have to ask their permission. As I built my garage, he would be standing in front of me with arms folded and then taking pictures.

The law was on his side because he and his wife were the King Pins.

When the police made me remove my car from my car park and ordered me to remove my 'No Parking' sign...that was it!

I took them to court and my spirit guides took over.

He spent thousands and promised his neighbours that if they supported him and his wife, that they would have us driven out shortly and things would return to normal.

I took on the bullies and I don't like bullies or 'big heads'.

People say that I am the nicest person that they can meet. That it is like a 'breath of fresh air' when they talk to me.

My problem is that I am too easy going.

This guy controls others especially with his job. He thinks he can do the same when he goes back home, but he has not only met his equal, but his better!
 
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