This one takes the piss, even for me.
I just had a call from a copper at Cwmbran station because the ex-wife’s parents, who regularly enter my home against my will and theive whatever they like, have lost their chair and reported it stolen from my house.
Now hang on. Let’s break that one down.
They have no right to be in my house, and enter whenever they want when I am in work. Stealing whatever they want. They have even taken a chair with them so Stan (the workshy one who’s on the sick) can sit down while his theiving wife can help herself to my goods.
The chair was left at my house so they could use it again. It has since been disposed of as far as I know as many people seem to have access to my house.
They have now phoned the police and reported it stolen, from my fucking house???
Hang on… it’s my fucking house. Get out and take your shit with you, you old fucker.
I can’t believe it. The police weren’t interested and never even came out when I reported stuff taken, and they’re asking me about this?
Fuck off. Fuck right off.