Well, in the last post I ask whether Jane, my alcoholic partner, would stay sober while I was away in America and whether she would be able to look after my cat, plus feed the stray cat and finally keep the place looking half decent.
The answer is a resounding, No. The emails dried up after about day 3 and I was away for 10 days, so I returned to pure mayhem. The flat looked uninhabitable. Wall to wall mess. Pure chaos. It looked like the place has been ransacked in a particularly nasty way. The floor was littered. It had the appearance of a tramp's den of 30 years.
She has been drinking heavily and continues to drink as I write this. I was anxious since the emails stopped and I had tried to phone without success. I was particularly anxious about my cat. I had real fears of getting home and finding my cat seriously ill or worse. As it happens she was OK but nervous and hungry. Her water bowl was almost dry and her litter tray a complete mess and unusable.
So there it is, the same old stuff. This means that I cannot go abroad at all unless I employ a professional cat sitter because my cat is too old and gets stressed in catteries. I will employ a professional cat sitter even though Jane is in the flat as the alcoholism makes her totally unreliable.
She got up and fell over in the bathroom while I was clearing up (I'll be clearing up for a good day). She knocked herself out again. I'm in a parallel universe living with my alcoholic partner.
My Alcoholic Partner to Alcoholism and Death