{"id":2029,"date":"2023-06-17T19:36:18","date_gmt":"2023-06-17T10:06:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/leehopkins.com\/?p=2029"},"modified":"2023-07-30T00:21:29","modified_gmt":"2023-07-29T14:51:29","slug":"mitch-v-after-the-eviction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/leehopkins.com\/vi\/mitch-v-after-the-eviction\/","title":{"rendered":"Mitch Vahldieck – after the eviction"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Part two of the Mitch Vahldieck story<\/a>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was expecting the eviction to go okay. I mean, he had trashed the joint before the eviction, so I expected all of that to be there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, how I was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Firstly, the carport roller door didn’t work\u2014he had disabled, if not broken, the system. Bugger. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then when I went to open my front door, I couldn’t. It was wedged closed by my kitchen steps. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I found it difficult to get into my house. This is one reason why.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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As I wandered into my house, this is what greeted me. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Even his own dog doesn’t like the food Mitch gives him. Caz, my trusty Labrador and a Dyson vacuum on four legs, wouldn’t touch it. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The milk is at least a week old (see the previous post on Mitch<\/a>) and the casserole dish might have to be thrown away. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Still a mess. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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My expensive knife block, minus a paring knife and a pair of heavy-duty scissors. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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One of the chairs in the living room. Mitch had cleaned up much of the mess on the chair, but obviously not the paperwork and yoghurt lids around it. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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A close-up of the chair in the last photo. Lots of pasta shells (perhaps a bag had split) that was obviously too hard to clean up. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The very crappy monitor that Mitch left me. Thanks, mate. He didn\u2019t help himself to two expensive big monitors, just me with his small crappy one. Bizarre. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The plants that I had bought and Mitch had willingly planted (see previous post<\/a>). Stolen, just because. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Some more of the fenceline where Mitch had willingly planted plants that were going to grow into a hedge sort of thing (Annie knows far more about plants than I). <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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