Leggings – The Worst Curse!

Leggings – The Worst Curse!

Kitty nodded when I told her the tale of the night before. “Were they getting at you much?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said sadly, “More crap, this time about money. They've heard I was thinking of moving out somewhere else. My extra hearing is a problem here. And I've found out that coma patients like me are prone to get upset in this kind of housing.”

“Okay,” I said brightly, “Where might you go?”

“Perhaps not too far. It's something I've always wanted to do. Squat, pay a rent, and wait the ten years to claim title on the house. It's legal.”

“Wow!” I replied interested, “That's quite something.”

“Yes,” she replied, “Its a way of doing things. For a while I wasn't allowed to hold any property, we were forced up to Scotland under the curse. I wrote poems to support Grandfather and myself. It was an awful experience.”

“Did you own property then?”

“Yes, Dragon Hall, I paid for it with my writing and odd jobs. I used to teach English classes there. I had a teaching cert. Then.”

“Why don't you own it now?”

“Well I tried to hide it with the historical society, along with the rest.” She said softly, “Only it's been a long time now, over 50 years ago, and of course, the curse meant that everything we owned belonged to the Queen. I can't even get the people who use it now to talk to me. The Norwich council tried for me as well... however I suspect either the Queen or Prince Charles now owns it. They ought to know I put together a trust fund, with 20% of my childhood earnings and if the Bishop hasn't had it, it could repair the front wall!”

“That's hard!” I said. “What did you do?”

“Nothing! I was not a traitor!”

“Is that why the McDonalds are into everything else?”

“Yes. Kitty faltered, “That takes us into the torture chamber again. Their story is that unless I get along with the Dreadfuls I get nothing. They get everything.”

“Who decided that?”

“Her Majesty the Queen told them. They were trying to say that my rent would be paid by the Queen from now on, even if I moved. They were going to see to it. They were going to manage my money from now on. I was supposed to be self funded, I was left money and property long ago.”

“So how did you react?” I asked. This was a difficult subject, our local McD's were dreadful, including the ones who insisted they were Lyons, and the Ball-Gather and her Mum who I've always suspected were McD's.... plus the Salem Witches who volcano like mad!”

“Badly!” she replied, “They were on about the fact that my rent should be paid as I was from the camp, and I've never had that either. Never wanted any money from that. They are rats!”

She had sat down. Her face was flushed. “I'm not sure whether I'm cross or not, simply insulted!”

“So what will you do?”

“Well if her Majesty the Queen wishes to fund the McD's and their dreadful practises, she can go ahead. I don't want to accept anything myself. I don't like the McD's in any name - although I suspect the ones in Scotland might be perfectly human!”

“So you're refusing?”

“Refusing to feud – refusing any help that comes through these horrible creatures – yes! I'm no longer being forced to accept them, or help them or look after them. They can do what I do. Either earn or claim to get along in life...”

“I'd feel the same. How horrible!”

“Yes. I know she wanted someone to help them a bit, yet to give them control, is disgusting!”

“We'll have to talk more.” I said, “I have to go to work!”

“Sure,” she said, “You're not one of them are you?”

“No, I'm not!” I replied, “Kitty you do need to watch your back!”

“Yes I know, I know that possibly I don't stand a chance to get this house I've seen. Yet its worth trying, I think she took off the curse. Only she didn't take off the McD's... and they are the worst curse of them all!”