I visit to the nearest Sainsbury's supermarket as little as possible.  I am beginning to think that most of the staff are robots(v1.01), but that's a post for another time.

Anyway, for the second time in ten Sainsbury's visits, while I was away for say half an hour, a bailiff arrived on my doorstep, with a removal van.  Yes, like before, one of the previous owners of this place had run up debts, this time £573.41.

As it happened Timothy Ray (real name) and chum moved out precisely 6 months ago today.

I ring up the bailiffs.  They want me to fax them a utility bill.  I have no fax, I have yet to receive any utility bill (a long saga I will probably relate soon - but safe to say it's no fault of mine) and I have no intention as behaving if I have to prove my innocence.

Last time, depite the bailiff's bluff (a different debt, a different firm) nothing else happened once I complained.

We will see.