What does it take

Tonight I’d just got back from the vet with Spook, who had cut open her foot and needed stitches. There was a text message on my phone from Ludelle – “Call me re lease please”. Annoyed, I thought I’d put an end to getting messages like these. Considered just ignoring it, but gave in finally, in case there was a legitimate reason she needed to talk to me. Maybe something I’d forgotten to pass along.

Well it seems she just wanted my opinion on a situation with the lease of pens at the old pound. One of the cages needs repair, and when Ludelle asked council to attend to it they refused, claiming that under the lease agreement the tenant is responsible for repairs to fixtures. She thinks this is just council employees throwing their weight around. She’d brought up a similar situation at the meeting on Saturday, problems with vermin and council refused to provide rat traps.

I pointed out that she had the copy of the lease agreement in her possession and suggested that she read it herself. I don’t remember anything that specific in there. Reminded her that I had resigned, it was nothing to do with me anymore. She said the lease was too full of jargon for her to understand and she was contacting me about it since I had been involved from the start, had attended a meeting beforehand with council to go over all the terms (she had also been at that meeting!)

Far out.  

I was annoyed at first that she was trying to draw me into one of her crazy fights with council. The more I think about it the more I wonder if she trying to hold me responsible for all this.