Day one.

It was a tuesday mornin when I received a phone call from my son, who was in a very distraught frame of mind, I was at work at the time this started.
But going back a bit in time to the reason why my son was not at home when all this came about, he had walked with me to work, as at the time I had been recently attacked by three Black men, carrying a grass slasher in one of their hands, I had been choked and had my hand bag ripped off my shoulder, then left lying in the road as they ran off into the bush, after this incident Robin would walk me to work and again fetch me in the afternoon, as I was terrified that the little bastards would come back and try to either rape me or kill me.
That morning he got home to to find his cell phone ringing, and on answering it, found it was our Neighbour Debbie, ranting and raving like a lunatic about our dog Luke having got out of our yard and attacking one of her chickens. Saying that Luke had killed the chicken and run off with one of the babies. Of course Robin was very upset and phoned me to tell me the story at work.
I phone Debbie to apoligise and offered to pay for the chicken, She then told me that the bird was not dead, just stunned, but that she was going to talk to the landlord, to tell him to get us out of the cottage. I then phoned the landlord, who refused to speak to me over the phone, and said that we should go up to his home when I got home from work. If you listen to the recordings you will hear what transpired.
This was the start of our living hell....