RE563, Have You Met
Mr. Councelor? That is his name. In 2005, I was reeling from abuse at work, three major hurricanes that had damaged my house, a depression from personal problems, and at the time, the grass was not high, but there were some daisies growing in clumps, maybe four, and the planter was a mess. There were much worse around here, (River Park) and I get this detailed property assessment and old picture of the house, from this twisty-assed Naziesque little queen, which in turn caused me no end of anguish. My brother, one of the owners of this property, gave no sympathy or support. After having complied, I never heard a word out of the little weasel, and had to call him, but he did show in person the day my next door neighbor got busted for animal abuse. Bottom line, neighbor was not charged with abuse, because animals were fed and well cared for, but the inside of the house was another story. Situation was corrected to the best of my poor friends ability, and her eldery dog was put to sleep as a result of her interfering "friend" that had to take posession of the house because of a forclosure. Long story, but anyhow, I have a clothesline, that I use for airing out bedding and rugs.