Karl's obsession with tormenting and getting rid of Martha had reached fever pitch. He could think of nothing else at all.
His hatred of Martha was apparent to Kathy, and she became increasingly worried that Karl would harm the hen.
Martha herself sensed the way Karl felt about her and that she was in danger.
She could not stand Karl and attacked him whenever she could. Better him than her she thought!
One day Karl stepped up his torment of Martha to new heights. He moved the TV with it's DVD player into the kitchen and parked it right in front of the oven door. As Martha lived inside the oven,and when she saw him, she shrank back against the back of the oven to hide herself.
Karl could see her black beady eyes shining out at him.
He inserted a disc into the player and turned everything on. He had gone and bought a "Basil Brush' DVD to torment Martha with. She was trapped inside the oven and forced at length to listen to "Basil Brush" singing away loudly. A fox, which are common throughout Scotland, are a hen's worst nightmare. Their biggest predator.
A hen would not stand a chance when a fox raided a chicken coop.
For Martha to be forced to watch and listen to "Basil Brush" sent shivers down her spine. Karl was sending her a threat and a warning through the "Basil Brush" DVD.
He took to walking round the house singing the theme tune loudly for Martha to hear. When Kathy was not around, he would put the TV in front of the open oven door and play the DVD over and over again!
He went out and bought a fox costume and mask, which he would put on and crawl around the kitchen floor and in front of the Aga, growling the whole time. He would then laugh his maniacal and horrible laugh!
When Kathy was away or passed out drunk, he would do nothing but torment and worry Martha. He took to singing the "Basil Brush " theme tune and other songs while wearing his costume and mask.
Martha was forced to endure this torture. She became anxious and worried constantly about Karl letting a fox into the house to eat her!
She took to hiding in the warming chamber of the Aga. It afforded her privacy and protection!
Karl would go up to bed at night and leave the TV and DVD player on all night,.programming the DVD player to play the DVD over and over again all night!
There was no escape for poor Martha. He was going to slowly and cruelly torment her to death.
This sick and perverse psychopath showed no mercy or any sign of letting up on Martha. Her health began to suffer as she no longer left the oven at all for food or water. Her mental health was affected as well and she had lost her spirit and spark as she fell into a deep depression.
His hatred of Martha was apparent to Kathy, and she became increasingly worried that Karl would harm the hen.
Martha herself sensed the way Karl felt about her and that she was in danger.
She could not stand Karl and attacked him whenever she could. Better him than her she thought!
One day Karl stepped up his torment of Martha to new heights. He moved the TV with it's DVD player into the kitchen and parked it right in front of the oven door. As Martha lived inside the oven,and when she saw him, she shrank back against the back of the oven to hide herself.
Karl could see her black beady eyes shining out at him.
He inserted a disc into the player and turned everything on. He had gone and bought a "Basil Brush' DVD to torment Martha with. She was trapped inside the oven and forced at length to listen to "Basil Brush" singing away loudly. A fox, which are common throughout Scotland, are a hen's worst nightmare. Their biggest predator.
A hen would not stand a chance when a fox raided a chicken coop.
For Martha to be forced to watch and listen to "Basil Brush" sent shivers down her spine. Karl was sending her a threat and a warning through the "Basil Brush" DVD.
He took to walking round the house singing the theme tune loudly for Martha to hear. When Kathy was not around, he would put the TV in front of the open oven door and play the DVD over and over again!
He went out and bought a fox costume and mask, which he would put on and crawl around the kitchen floor and in front of the Aga, growling the whole time. He would then laugh his maniacal and horrible laugh!
When Kathy was away or passed out drunk, he would do nothing but torment and worry Martha. He took to singing the "Basil Brush " theme tune and other songs while wearing his costume and mask.
Martha was forced to endure this torture. She became anxious and worried constantly about Karl letting a fox into the house to eat her!
She took to hiding in the warming chamber of the Aga. It afforded her privacy and protection!
Karl would go up to bed at night and leave the TV and DVD player on all night,.programming the DVD player to play the DVD over and over again all night!
There was no escape for poor Martha. He was going to slowly and cruelly torment her to death.
This sick and perverse psychopath showed no mercy or any sign of letting up on Martha. Her health began to suffer as she no longer left the oven at all for food or water. Her mental health was affected as well and she had lost her spirit and spark as she fell into a deep depression.
Monday, 29 July 2013
Martha was like the "Bruce Lee" of the hen world.
She could scratch and bloody the Mathers and their visitors at the same time, sending running and screaming from the Mather's cottage!
They couldn't even get near enough to Martha to take her to a vet.
She continued to attack the Mathers while they ate, watched TV and her favourite was to attack them in their sleep! They ended up having to sleep in beekeepers suits and heavy duty gloves!
Martha quite literally "ruled the roost" which meant she kept the Mathers and the other hens in line!
Karl hated Martha. He was afraid of her but determined to make her his "Sunday dinner!"
He plotted his revenge on Martha. He became obsessed with trying to get rid of her.
Kathy was also afraid of Martha but just stayed out of her way or tiptoed around her.
Karl, whose pseudo macho image was being undermined by a hen, could take no more.
He sharpened his cleaver and dreamed of Martha's neck on the chopping block!
Kathy did not want rid of Martha and voiced this to Karl. He would have to be careful that when Martha's neck was on the chopping block, Kathy didn't find out that he was responsible!
Kathy was secretly fond of Martha and even shut down the Aga so she could continue living in the oven and warming space. She resorted to cooking all Karls meals in the microwave, which he hated!
Most of the time Kathy was too drunk or was rendered unconscious by the drink to even care about Karl's dinner or if he ate at all.
Kathy was always preoccupied with her many lovers, Karl never entered her thoughts at all!
She could scratch and bloody the Mathers and their visitors at the same time, sending running and screaming from the Mather's cottage!
They couldn't even get near enough to Martha to take her to a vet.
She continued to attack the Mathers while they ate, watched TV and her favourite was to attack them in their sleep! They ended up having to sleep in beekeepers suits and heavy duty gloves!
Martha quite literally "ruled the roost" which meant she kept the Mathers and the other hens in line!
Karl hated Martha. He was afraid of her but determined to make her his "Sunday dinner!"
He plotted his revenge on Martha. He became obsessed with trying to get rid of her.
Kathy was also afraid of Martha but just stayed out of her way or tiptoed around her.
Karl, whose pseudo macho image was being undermined by a hen, could take no more.
He sharpened his cleaver and dreamed of Martha's neck on the chopping block!
Kathy did not want rid of Martha and voiced this to Karl. He would have to be careful that when Martha's neck was on the chopping block, Kathy didn't find out that he was responsible!
Kathy was secretly fond of Martha and even shut down the Aga so she could continue living in the oven and warming space. She resorted to cooking all Karls meals in the microwave, which he hated!
Most of the time Kathy was too drunk or was rendered unconscious by the drink to even care about Karl's dinner or if he ate at all.
Kathy was always preoccupied with her many lovers, Karl never entered her thoughts at all!
They perched themselves on the shelves of the wardrobe amongst Kathy's homeless shelter clothes and Karl's charity shop attire.
The hens laid eggs on the clothes or in Karl's cheap, worn out plastic loafers.
The inside of the dark, warm wardrobe turned out to be the perfect environment for laying eggs!
There were so many eggs, that Kathy started selling them from her front garden. She put out a table and a sign.
Sometimes the hens would venture out of the wardrobe and onto Karl and Kathy's bed, where they would sleep through the night with Kathy when Karl was away.
She was so drunk every night, she didn't even notice some of her hens sleeping next to her on Karl's pillow!
The mess they made on the pillow case went unnoticed and was never changed. Karl would just turn the pillow over when he was home!
A few of the hens managed to find the kitchen, where they ate the bits of food and crumbs which fell from the Mather's plates.
As Kathy usually forgot to buy hen feed, all the hens just ate what the Mathers ate!
They loved to sit atop the dresser in the kitchen and survey their surroundings.
Occasionally they would turn around, hanging their arses over the dresser top and let fly!
Kathy and Karl always had hen shit on their clothes and in their hair. Would anyone notice? No!
One of the hens took up residence in the oven of the Aga cooker. The door had been left open and the hen jumped inside and refused to come out.
You could just see these two black beady eyes peering out at you!
This hen's name was Martha. A big fat speckled hen with a vicious temper and was ill nat'ered and prone to outbursts of violence, where she would attack the Mathers and the other hens in the kitchen!
No one could go near the door of the Aga or put their hand inside.
Martha had become very possessive of the Aga oven.
It had become her home and she wouldn't share it or move out!
Martha stopped laying eggs and fell into a deep depression. If the Mathers or the other hens went near the open oven door, Martha would hurl herself around the oven, bouncing off the sides, making high pitched clucking sounds!
Martha took to sneaking out of the oven when the Mathers were in the lounge watching television.
She would sneak up on them and hurl herself at them claws first, tearing the Mathers faces and hands to shreds!
The hens laid eggs on the clothes or in Karl's cheap, worn out plastic loafers.
The inside of the dark, warm wardrobe turned out to be the perfect environment for laying eggs!
There were so many eggs, that Kathy started selling them from her front garden. She put out a table and a sign.
Sometimes the hens would venture out of the wardrobe and onto Karl and Kathy's bed, where they would sleep through the night with Kathy when Karl was away.
She was so drunk every night, she didn't even notice some of her hens sleeping next to her on Karl's pillow!
The mess they made on the pillow case went unnoticed and was never changed. Karl would just turn the pillow over when he was home!
A few of the hens managed to find the kitchen, where they ate the bits of food and crumbs which fell from the Mather's plates.
As Kathy usually forgot to buy hen feed, all the hens just ate what the Mathers ate!
They loved to sit atop the dresser in the kitchen and survey their surroundings.
Occasionally they would turn around, hanging their arses over the dresser top and let fly!
Kathy and Karl always had hen shit on their clothes and in their hair. Would anyone notice? No!
One of the hens took up residence in the oven of the Aga cooker. The door had been left open and the hen jumped inside and refused to come out.
You could just see these two black beady eyes peering out at you!
This hen's name was Martha. A big fat speckled hen with a vicious temper and was ill nat'ered and prone to outbursts of violence, where she would attack the Mathers and the other hens in the kitchen!
No one could go near the door of the Aga or put their hand inside.
Martha had become very possessive of the Aga oven.
It had become her home and she wouldn't share it or move out!
Martha stopped laying eggs and fell into a deep depression. If the Mathers or the other hens went near the open oven door, Martha would hurl herself around the oven, bouncing off the sides, making high pitched clucking sounds!
Martha took to sneaking out of the oven when the Mathers were in the lounge watching television.
She would sneak up on them and hurl herself at them claws first, tearing the Mathers faces and hands to shreds!
The
poor members of the bowling club who had to share the stone dividing
wall up the Mather'es back garden, Kathy's favourite place to hang her
and Karl's wet clothes.
Kathy usually forgets that she has slung the clothes onto the dividing wall and they can stay there for months on end.
They end up becoming part of the wall, covered in bird shit and moss, for all the bowling club to see!
In the winter these items of clothing freeze solid like a sheet of ice.
You can actually break bits off the clothing, like you would a piece of ice.
There are usually bits of the Mathers frozen clothes lying all over the pristine grass of the bowling club.
Chapter 6
Kathy, with her low IQ and alcohol soaked brain actually thought that if she kept hens, she would then be thought of by the villagers as being refined, upper class and being part of the surrounding farming community, not to mention thinking she could corner the world's egg market!
Kathy and would sit and discuss how they could go global.
How much land they would need and how many hens they should buy. They ordered 4 dozen hens, which Karl felt Kathy could look after while he was away.
It would give her something to do besides drinking all the time. He bought her books to read on how to feed and look after them. Kathy was excited about taking on this project!
They were going to be free range hens but Kathy still needed a large coop for them to go in and out of to lay eggs, sleep and shelter from any inclement weather.
The 4 dozen hens were delivered but there was no sign of the coop. As it turned out, a coop was never delivered as Karl couldn't afford one.
So the 4 dozen hens ran riot throughout the village and the villagers houses.
The phrase "Free range" was an understatement. A dozen of the hens had made their way to the village of Rannochglen, 8 miles away, where they settled in at Miss Brockwith's croft. They made themselves at home in the croft's coop where they lived happily with Miss Brockwith's hens!
Sadly, there were 6 of Kathy's hens lying flattened on the road outside Kathy's cottage. Another 6 of them moved to the bowling club next door.
Another dozen had split up and were living at various villagers cottages.
The last dozen were still living with Kathy. As pointed out earlier, a few roosted in the disused tumble drier lying in the front garden. Some lived inside Karl and Kathy's cottage, refusing to come out! These hens had become agoraphobic for some reason.
They took up residence in Karl and Kathy's wardrobe in their bedroom. They found it a perfect place to roost.
Kathy usually forgets that she has slung the clothes onto the dividing wall and they can stay there for months on end.
They end up becoming part of the wall, covered in bird shit and moss, for all the bowling club to see!
In the winter these items of clothing freeze solid like a sheet of ice.
You can actually break bits off the clothing, like you would a piece of ice.
There are usually bits of the Mathers frozen clothes lying all over the pristine grass of the bowling club.
Chapter 6
Kathy, with her low IQ and alcohol soaked brain actually thought that if she kept hens, she would then be thought of by the villagers as being refined, upper class and being part of the surrounding farming community, not to mention thinking she could corner the world's egg market!
Kathy and would sit and discuss how they could go global.
How much land they would need and how many hens they should buy. They ordered 4 dozen hens, which Karl felt Kathy could look after while he was away.
It would give her something to do besides drinking all the time. He bought her books to read on how to feed and look after them. Kathy was excited about taking on this project!
They were going to be free range hens but Kathy still needed a large coop for them to go in and out of to lay eggs, sleep and shelter from any inclement weather.
The 4 dozen hens were delivered but there was no sign of the coop. As it turned out, a coop was never delivered as Karl couldn't afford one.
So the 4 dozen hens ran riot throughout the village and the villagers houses.
The phrase "Free range" was an understatement. A dozen of the hens had made their way to the village of Rannochglen, 8 miles away, where they settled in at Miss Brockwith's croft. They made themselves at home in the croft's coop where they lived happily with Miss Brockwith's hens!
Sadly, there were 6 of Kathy's hens lying flattened on the road outside Kathy's cottage. Another 6 of them moved to the bowling club next door.
Another dozen had split up and were living at various villagers cottages.
The last dozen were still living with Kathy. As pointed out earlier, a few roosted in the disused tumble drier lying in the front garden. Some lived inside Karl and Kathy's cottage, refusing to come out! These hens had become agoraphobic for some reason.
They took up residence in Karl and Kathy's wardrobe in their bedroom. They found it a perfect place to roost.
Sunday, 28 July 2013
You
have the Mathers who are low class and dodgy breeding, with even lower
intelligence, living amongst decent hard working folk who are middle
class, not to mention the Douglas-Dalglish family and the surrounding
farms and estates who's owner's are old money landed gentry. Expensively
educated at Eton as were their ancestors.
There are some of the creme de la creme of society living in Lochglen along with countless middle class and upper class living cheek by jowl with Kathy's dirty crotchless knickers and Karl's greying, baggy, crotch hanging, stretched out elastic, skid marked y fronts hanging around the front garden of their cottage, flapping in the villagers faces as they walk by and on show for the members of the bowling club to see!
Even the Mathers sheets have skid marks on them! Who has skid marked sheets and how does this happen?
Do they double as toilet paper?
Is Karl still cruising the men's toilets of Britain wearing his skid marked pants?
Does he buy them like that? If so, where?
Were the y fronts brand new when Karl bought them and is it his ass that turns them into the soiled mess they are in?
The reason the y fronts are grey is that Kathy washes them in the kitchen sink along with discarded tea bags, spoons, mugs and the dinner dishes!
Is that why a villager spotted a pair hanging from a tree in the Mathers front garden with gravy on them along side the skid marks!
The Mathers do not have a clothes line of any kind outside. Their tumble drier is broken and is lying in the large front garden, door open with some of Kathy's chickens roosting inside. Kathy hangs the washing wherever she can in their front and back garden.
There are some of the creme de la creme of society living in Lochglen along with countless middle class and upper class living cheek by jowl with Kathy's dirty crotchless knickers and Karl's greying, baggy, crotch hanging, stretched out elastic, skid marked y fronts hanging around the front garden of their cottage, flapping in the villagers faces as they walk by and on show for the members of the bowling club to see!
Even the Mathers sheets have skid marks on them! Who has skid marked sheets and how does this happen?
Do they double as toilet paper?
Is Karl still cruising the men's toilets of Britain wearing his skid marked pants?
Does he buy them like that? If so, where?
Were the y fronts brand new when Karl bought them and is it his ass that turns them into the soiled mess they are in?
The reason the y fronts are grey is that Kathy washes them in the kitchen sink along with discarded tea bags, spoons, mugs and the dinner dishes!
Is that why a villager spotted a pair hanging from a tree in the Mathers front garden with gravy on them along side the skid marks!
The Mathers do not have a clothes line of any kind outside. Their tumble drier is broken and is lying in the large front garden, door open with some of Kathy's chickens roosting inside. Kathy hangs the washing wherever she can in their front and back garden.
This is why over the years the younger generation of Lochglen have moved away to Inverness and further afield!
Thre is no work for them in the village and travelling back and forth to Inverness in the winter is too dangerous.
Only if your parents own one of the outlying farms is there work and a future for the next generation.
Thete are still a few elderly and original locals, minus poor Hamish McDougall, who met his demise because of Kathy Mathers. Need I say more?
The middle and younger generation have sadly dwindled over the years, replaced with holiday makers who have bought cottages in Lochglen and only use them for a few weeks of the year.
The rest of the village is made up of incomers, who have settled and respect the ways of the village and strive to keep ways and traditions which have been in place for hundreds of years.
Living in a small village is unlike living in a town or city anywhere.
The village doesn't conform to the person, the person must conform to the village way of life. You must blend and fit in or you will be an outcast and undesirable like the Mathers and their kith and kin, who are never far away despite them living in neighbouring villages over 7 miles away.
The Mathers and their family have brought "The Beverly Hillbillies" to Lochglen with a touch of "Velveeta" and trailer trash thrown in!
Thre is no work for them in the village and travelling back and forth to Inverness in the winter is too dangerous.
Only if your parents own one of the outlying farms is there work and a future for the next generation.
Thete are still a few elderly and original locals, minus poor Hamish McDougall, who met his demise because of Kathy Mathers. Need I say more?
The middle and younger generation have sadly dwindled over the years, replaced with holiday makers who have bought cottages in Lochglen and only use them for a few weeks of the year.
The rest of the village is made up of incomers, who have settled and respect the ways of the village and strive to keep ways and traditions which have been in place for hundreds of years.
Living in a small village is unlike living in a town or city anywhere.
The village doesn't conform to the person, the person must conform to the village way of life. You must blend and fit in or you will be an outcast and undesirable like the Mathers and their kith and kin, who are never far away despite them living in neighbouring villages over 7 miles away.
The Mathers and their family have brought "The Beverly Hillbillies" to Lochglen with a touch of "Velveeta" and trailer trash thrown in!
Once a week the library van parks in the village square to allow people to borrow and return books.
There is a small village primary school where there are two teachers. One teaches primary 1 to 3. And the head teacher teaches primaries 4 to 7.
The school house is an old stone former home with large grounds which have been turned into playing areas and a small football pitch.
The school sits on the banks of the river Grewer which flows through Lochglen. The childrens laughter can be heard throughout the village.
After primary 7, it's off to high school in Inverness.
The children catch the school bus every morning in the village square. After school they catch the bus back.to Lochglen, where they're dropped off in the square in the late afternoon.
Any amenities needed that aren't available in Lochglen can be found in Inverness. It means the villagers have to.travel on the narrow winding road leading to Inverness, which is 20 miles away.
Not really a long way to go but during the long winter months the road is treacherous.
Most of the people of Lochglen have 4x4's.
When the road is covered in black ice nor even a 4x4 is enough!
The usual 30 minute journey becomes a 3 hour drive!
There are times when you can't go over 5 mph in a 4x4.
Villagers have been out on.their journeys home, where heavy snowfalls mean you cannot see the road ahead or in an instant the road turns into a skating rink!
Where your car takes on a life of its own. You have no control as the steering doesn't work nor do the brakes.
When caught in this situation, you must take your foot off the accelerator, steer into the skid to try to get it under control. Never ever touch your brakes! Instead, use your gears to downshift and try to slow down.
Even the most experienced drivers are caught out. In the winter the road to Inverness is littered with cars which have spun off the road and are half buried in deep snow in the verges between Lochglen and Inverness.
There is a small village primary school where there are two teachers. One teaches primary 1 to 3. And the head teacher teaches primaries 4 to 7.
The school house is an old stone former home with large grounds which have been turned into playing areas and a small football pitch.
The school sits on the banks of the river Grewer which flows through Lochglen. The childrens laughter can be heard throughout the village.
After primary 7, it's off to high school in Inverness.
The children catch the school bus every morning in the village square. After school they catch the bus back.to Lochglen, where they're dropped off in the square in the late afternoon.
Any amenities needed that aren't available in Lochglen can be found in Inverness. It means the villagers have to.travel on the narrow winding road leading to Inverness, which is 20 miles away.
Not really a long way to go but during the long winter months the road is treacherous.
Most of the people of Lochglen have 4x4's.
When the road is covered in black ice nor even a 4x4 is enough!
The usual 30 minute journey becomes a 3 hour drive!
There are times when you can't go over 5 mph in a 4x4.
Villagers have been out on.their journeys home, where heavy snowfalls mean you cannot see the road ahead or in an instant the road turns into a skating rink!
Where your car takes on a life of its own. You have no control as the steering doesn't work nor do the brakes.
When caught in this situation, you must take your foot off the accelerator, steer into the skid to try to get it under control. Never ever touch your brakes! Instead, use your gears to downshift and try to slow down.
Even the most experienced drivers are caught out. In the winter the road to Inverness is littered with cars which have spun off the road and are half buried in deep snow in the verges between Lochglen and Inverness.
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