Friday 26 July 2013

The Hard Work Doesn’t Stop After You’ve Fathered Them, You Know…

A family is asking its council landlord to dig up its garden, claiming that potentially hazardous glass, nails and other building materials are still surfacing a year after they moved in.
He should think himself lucky he doesn’t live in Barking & Dagenham, where potentially more hazardous things surface…
Gary Murphy, who lives at the Poole Housing Partnership property in Wallisdown Road with his partner Zoe and their 14-month-old twins, says he has tried his best to clear the ground himself.
“It’s quite an unsafe garden. Raking it isn’t doing anything – it needs to be cleared so it’s 100 per cent safe. To clear up properly, everything would have to be moved and the garden resurfaced. At the moment we have a garden we can’t use,” he said.
Well, no. You have a garden you can use with care, and supervision of your children. After all, unless they plan to tunnel to China, they shouldn't be affected if you've raked the surface regularly, should they?
PHP spokesman Matt Wilkin said: “We do have a record of Mr Murphy raising an issue with his garden shortly after he moved in last year. We agreed to rake through the soil and make good the garden, which he was happy with.
“Mr Murphy called to raise the same issue last week, almost a year after he moved into his home. The job is a minor maintenance problem, so we would expect him, as an able-bodied resident, to ensure his home and garden is kept in a safe and pleasant condition.”
And so would I!
He added that the tenancy agreement made clear that only complicated maintenance jobs that needed trained workmen were PHP’s responsibility.
“We also feel that as a parent, Mr Murphy has ultimate responsibility in making sure his property is appropriately safe for his young children.”
/cheer

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Amazing but un surprising attitude shown by Mr Murphy. The sense of entitlement is staggering, the lack of personal responsibility again unsurprising from a class that expects EVERY fucking thing done for them and they want it done NOW! If they had to pay a real rent / mortgage they would probably appreciate their secure position. He's a lazy cnut - and he is costing us thousands every year.

Quiet_Man said...

As far as I'm concerned fathering them was the fun bit, it got bloody hard during the next 18 years 9 months...

John Pickworth said...

"The sense of entitlement is staggering, the lack of personal responsibility again unsurprising from a class that expects EVERY fucking thing done for them..."

I meet people like this everyday... nice folk on the whole, but many, instead of being grateful for a little assistance, demand nothing less than the full Terence Conran. How is it we've gone from a nation that never complains into one where the rest of society exists to meet their every whim? And you're correct poster, it is a class too. An entire locust tribe whose only purpose is to consume at little or no cost to their own pockets.

By the way, PHP spokesman Matt Wilkin deserves a medal. It's about time the Mr Murphy's of this world were told straight... although I doubt his neighbours will be hearing the sound of shovels this weekend or any time soon. The whiny poor excuse for a man will likely just let his garden go to ruin to spite everyone. This is what they do when they don't get what they want.

JuliaM said...

" The sense of entitlement is staggering, the lack of personal responsibility again unsurprising from a class that expects EVERY fucking thing done for them and they want it done NOW! "

Spot on!

"...fathering them was the fun bit, it got bloody hard during the next 18 years 9 months..."

:D

" How is it we've gone from a nation that never complains into one where the rest of society exists to meet their every whim?"

God only knows. I think, in truth, there were lots of factors. But I fear it's gone far too far now to ever be reversed.

There's just too many out there now who think like this, and too few like Mr Wilkin who are prepared to push back.

It's critical mass.