Woah, What an Ordeal!

Woah, what an ordeal,... I was snoozing on the sofa when...  

I could write all the terrible things that happened to me from May 26, 2026, (to May 29, 2026) at the outset of the morning, when the most frightening individuals showed up at my door, knocking imperatively and then most rudely and then abusively. I can't even tell you how many times these individuals rang the doorbell as if there was a emergency with my sons, who live in the city, or my husband, who works at a cleaning products company.

Now, the problem with feeling like these people were all very 'unsafe,' very specifically on Tuesday, May 26, 2026, is that I didn't know any of them; I wasn't familiar with their faces, or their families, or their backgrounds and their behaviour was bordering on being 'out of control.' 

I have been in many garden- related conversations and have purchased quite a lot of plants from one mature individual, who has been employed at the same workplace as this group who carried forth a very nasty violation of my human rights with the use of a very bad law, but the six that showed up at my house were strangers to me.

I am not a lawyer so I can't challenge this law, myself, yet, but I can certainly find out how and when this law became a means of abusive mentality behaviour by a group of people who are hired to uphold the law for the safety of law- abiding citizens, of which I am the most exemplary example. Ordinarily, I am so 'in favour' of this particular group of individuals because of what they represent in our 'law- abiding' society. But, I am here to tell you... six bad apples can spoil the whole bunch. 

I am going to explain how a law- abiding citizen, myself, was treated in my own home. After the first four males did not storm my gate, meaning, they did not jump over my locked gate,... thank the Lord... two females showed up and then I was humiliated beyond words. Because of my fear of these, all unknown, individuals, I had to have a sudden bowel movement... (much like my husband who came in the door twenty five minutes ago, today, with a pinched look on his face saying... I have to use the bathroom... and then proceeded to have a quick bowel movement before proceeding with the grocery shopping); I quickly went into the bathroom and closed the door, which does not have a lock on it because, so far, my husband has not been a maniac and come into my bathroom without express permission and we are the only two people who live here and have lived here since we renovated this bathroom and put this 'non- locking' door in place of the original derelict door. So, because my husband had been picked up, at his work, by some police, I thought he must be in very bad trouble. I did ask him how why the police had his phone number? He was at the back door and wanted to get in the house... currently we still have a lock on the door that prevents even his children and his brother, who may still have keys for this house, from being to enter... this really helps with my peace of mind.

So, because my husband was at the back door, I let him in but, unfortunately, there were other individuals, I didn't trust either who came in with him and... that is when my bowels needed to be attended to... as mentioned above. As I said, I closed the barn door ironmongery sliding door and immediately had my bowel movement but a very rude and forceful female opened the door and would not let me finish my bowel movement and certainly wouldn't let me wipe my derrière without her frightening feral gaze. I lifted my bottom off the beautiful toilet seat (we did buy a very nice toilet for our renovation) and turned on the water for my bathtub and seated myself back on the toilet as I had, not yet, been given a chance to wipe my butt. Then, blue- gloved scary woman said... you are not taking a bath and tried to turn off the water but she did not know how to turn off the tap so she turned the wrong handle and the shower started to pour onto the newish floor of our renovation. I quickly reached over and said... what are you doing... you're ruining the floor... I was actually frightened enough of her I was hoping she wasn't going to hit me with the billy club. Thank God she didn't. That is the only thing that might save her career... maybe. So, I cleaned myself... and was forced to wear the clothing that this ridiculous individual brought me from my personal bedroom, in my private home. The clothes she handed me were a pair of sweatpants I purchased for my husband and a top also my husbands' and I said... those aren't my clothes. So, I wasn't even allowed to get my own clothes from my bedroom. This is horrifying. What can possibly be wrong with people like this? I never leave the house unbathed if going anywhere I am in public for any period of time longer than a few minutes and this was a very uncomfortable forced situation.

Then, my husband and I were forced to go the the local hospital (I didn't have my purse on me) and I shall continue on telling you all about this travesty in the next few days as my ordeal did not end until I was safely back at home yesterday... Friday, May 29, 2026.

Stay tuned...