A Blast from the Past
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izmeinaI was trawling through my Gmail owls looking for the pictures of The Privet Drive Chainsaw Massacre of June 2018 to send to a friend.
That is when I came across this snippet of Grinchy Goodness.
Wednesday 20th March 2019
Today was a quiet lazy sort of day. Went out of my way to lie low and visit assorted serpent sacred sites in order to banish the memory of this time last year.
Tuesday 20th March was by the far the worst day of my life. For that was the day that the Grinch revealed who he really was and that was the day I realized I should believe him.
Of course, in his own eyes, all his proclamations of his innate superiority and that his mere desires should take precedence over the right to life of others were a source of pride. Not a bug but a feature.
After a year of relentless carping comments, gloating and continued cruelty culminating in completely trashing the celebration of my sister’s birthday with a sick and twisted phone call , I finally delivered him the Dursley Divorce papers when he turned up at the Lair on the morning of Monday 18th February.
There were 5 pages in a black folder and a sticker of a big black cauldron on the cover for it was his gloating over doing nothing to stop the auction folks taking Petunia's cauldrons (that he had already PROMISED I could have) and threatening to do the same with the family photo albums unless I came over and got them yesterday that was the final straw.
I simply handed over the folder saying “This is for you” and walked off. Dudley Dursley was also there at the time. Even he would rather stay with his little sister than the miserable grinch.
I was taking a chance walking off while leaving the pair of them in the house (when they could trash the joint) but I knew that the next business of the day for the Grinch was to check that the $1.4 million for the sale of Number 4 Privet Drive had landed in the bank as the settlement day was the previous Thursday
Dudley left the next day and we dropped by the driveway of the Grinch Cave on the way to the airport. The creature said hello to his darling daughter in a rather wary tone of voice like I was a nuclear bomb that may suddenly explode.
That was 7pm Tuesday 19th February and I have not made any contact with the Grinch since that day. The end of the first four weeks conveniently also happened to be also the anniversary of Petunia’s death.
The whole time Dudley acted dumb and never once mentioned or asked what was in that folder. I had originally planned to email a copy to both Dudley and Daisy just after I sent it but figured that since he actually seen me hand the thing over, I would instead give him a paper copy of the Polonium Papers if he ever asked
.
But dearest Dudley said nothing at all. That way he can keep his nice little spot sitting on the fence
.
Dudley Dursley would rub his hands with glee if he knew because he would be sure it meant he would be the last one left in line for the loot since Daisy also refuses to have anything more to do with Vile Vernon since all the secrets and lies concerning the sale of the family home. She is still waiting for him to phone to say the place is sold like he claimed he would way back in November after I had spilled the beans about Number 4 Privet Drive being on the market
By doing the deed just days after he got paid for the house, it meant that I was telling him that he could not use his loot as a weapon to control me and also that I will not grovel and crawl for crumbs like he wants us to. It was also a way of raining on his parade.
So now like King Midas, he can sit in his little grinch cave all day counting his golden galleons and silver sickles while having lost almost all his family and his few friends who have grown tired of the endless whining about his aches and pains.
To lose one daughter is misfortune but to lose two is sheer negligence. He can tell his handful of friends that Daisy is a NASTY BITCH just like her mother (he is still cunning enough to play the grieving widower and leave that last bit out) but there will be a bit of explaining to do about why the other one also no longer speaks to him when she lives just over in the next suburb especially when everyone knows that she has been a loyal and obedient doormat ALL her life.
At some point, I will consider sharing the Polonium Papers with some of the friends and neighbours. I have already given one copy to my doctor which she has on file. There had been more than 7 occasions where I had nausea all night long for 8 hours or more and had various scans and tests but nothing sinister was found. It was clearly brought on by stress triggered by his escalating dramas and vindictive attempts to annihilate any trace of Petunia that ever existed. There are 2 other printed copies, locked and loaded and ready for launch and as many copies on demand as I like at the Officeworks print shop.
But the problem is that the Grinch is such a street angel and house devil that no one will ever believe that he frequently screamed obscenities at his daughter in front of his dying wife and a few years ago attacked and injured Petunia so badly that she went to the doctor about it. It was 3 months after that assault that she developed the sore throat that would turn into throat and stomach cancers
.
And all that time while Petunia was dying, he was seeing some one on the side and it was likely that he attacked her because she confronted him about his two timing behaviour.
He thought that his daughters were too dumb to see the relationship with his so called NEW carer was just a bit too informal and friendly so he probably thought that Petunia was clueless too.
That is the problem with stable geniuses. They think that everyone else is a clueless idiot and treat them accordingly
But this serpent has turned and is now biting back.
That is when I came across this snippet of Grinchy Goodness.
Wednesday 20th March 2019
Today was a quiet lazy sort of day. Went out of my way to lie low and visit assorted serpent sacred sites in order to banish the memory of this time last year.
Tuesday 20th March was by the far the worst day of my life. For that was the day that the Grinch revealed who he really was and that was the day I realized I should believe him.
Of course, in his own eyes, all his proclamations of his innate superiority and that his mere desires should take precedence over the right to life of others were a source of pride. Not a bug but a feature.
For that was the day he proudly proclaimed to me when returning from the funeral director
“So here I am with this SPECIAL ENERGY which I have always had. I said to my doctor “Why should I go on lithium and turn into a zombie just to please my wife WHO IS DYING ANYWAY?”After a year of relentless carping comments, gloating and continued cruelty culminating in completely trashing the celebration of my sister’s birthday with a sick and twisted phone call , I finally delivered him the Dursley Divorce papers when he turned up at the Lair on the morning of Monday 18th February.
There were 5 pages in a black folder and a sticker of a big black cauldron on the cover for it was his gloating over doing nothing to stop the auction folks taking Petunia's cauldrons (that he had already PROMISED I could have) and threatening to do the same with the family photo albums unless I came over and got them yesterday that was the final straw.
I simply handed over the folder saying “This is for you” and walked off. Dudley Dursley was also there at the time. Even he would rather stay with his little sister than the miserable grinch.
I was taking a chance walking off while leaving the pair of them in the house (when they could trash the joint) but I knew that the next business of the day for the Grinch was to check that the $1.4 million for the sale of Number 4 Privet Drive had landed in the bank as the settlement day was the previous Thursday
Dudley left the next day and we dropped by the driveway of the Grinch Cave on the way to the airport. The creature said hello to his darling daughter in a rather wary tone of voice like I was a nuclear bomb that may suddenly explode.
That was 7pm Tuesday 19th February and I have not made any contact with the Grinch since that day. The end of the first four weeks conveniently also happened to be also the anniversary of Petunia’s death.
The whole time Dudley acted dumb and never once mentioned or asked what was in that folder. I had originally planned to email a copy to both Dudley and Daisy just after I sent it but figured that since he actually seen me hand the thing over, I would instead give him a paper copy of the Polonium Papers if he ever asked
.
But dearest Dudley said nothing at all. That way he can keep his nice little spot sitting on the fence
.
Dudley Dursley would rub his hands with glee if he knew because he would be sure it meant he would be the last one left in line for the loot since Daisy also refuses to have anything more to do with Vile Vernon since all the secrets and lies concerning the sale of the family home. She is still waiting for him to phone to say the place is sold like he claimed he would way back in November after I had spilled the beans about Number 4 Privet Drive being on the market
By doing the deed just days after he got paid for the house, it meant that I was telling him that he could not use his loot as a weapon to control me and also that I will not grovel and crawl for crumbs like he wants us to. It was also a way of raining on his parade.
So now like King Midas, he can sit in his little grinch cave all day counting his golden galleons and silver sickles while having lost almost all his family and his few friends who have grown tired of the endless whining about his aches and pains.
To lose one daughter is misfortune but to lose two is sheer negligence. He can tell his handful of friends that Daisy is a NASTY BITCH just like her mother (he is still cunning enough to play the grieving widower and leave that last bit out) but there will be a bit of explaining to do about why the other one also no longer speaks to him when she lives just over in the next suburb especially when everyone knows that she has been a loyal and obedient doormat ALL her life.
At some point, I will consider sharing the Polonium Papers with some of the friends and neighbours. I have already given one copy to my doctor which she has on file. There had been more than 7 occasions where I had nausea all night long for 8 hours or more and had various scans and tests but nothing sinister was found. It was clearly brought on by stress triggered by his escalating dramas and vindictive attempts to annihilate any trace of Petunia that ever existed. There are 2 other printed copies, locked and loaded and ready for launch and as many copies on demand as I like at the Officeworks print shop.
But the problem is that the Grinch is such a street angel and house devil that no one will ever believe that he frequently screamed obscenities at his daughter in front of his dying wife and a few years ago attacked and injured Petunia so badly that she went to the doctor about it. It was 3 months after that assault that she developed the sore throat that would turn into throat and stomach cancers
.
And all that time while Petunia was dying, he was seeing some one on the side and it was likely that he attacked her because she confronted him about his two timing behaviour.
He thought that his daughters were too dumb to see the relationship with his so called NEW carer was just a bit too informal and friendly so he probably thought that Petunia was clueless too.
That is the problem with stable geniuses. They think that everyone else is a clueless idiot and treat them accordingly
But this serpent has turned and is now biting back.
