This is why you need friends
A woman was found dead in her apartment in London. Which isn’t all that rare, people do die. But this one was lying dead in her apartment for close to three years before being found.
Police believe she probably died of natural causes in early 2003, and was only found in January this year when housing association officials broke into the bedsit in Wood Green, North East London.
They were hoping to recover the thousands of pounds of rent arrears that had piled up since her death.
So for three years nobody noticed, or cared, that she was missing.
No friends wondering what happened to her and why she didn’t call them for a long long time.
And apparently even the landlord was willing to wait three whole years (two if she paid a year in advance, not very likely) without at least bothering to… I don’t know… come over and knock on the door? That must be a very nice landlord.
Some mail was marked February 2003, and medication and food had February 2003 expiry dates, the spokesman said.
Nobody even noticed the smell coming from the apartment.
Joyce Vincent was surrounded by Christmas presents and the television and heating in her bedsit were still on.
The electrical company didn’t cut her power off, for three whole years? Or was she on a deal where the bank transferred the money automatically every month? In that case, it’s amazing she kept enough money in her cash account for three years’ electricity.
And that the bank didn’t notice the lack of any income, and the electrical company didn’t notice the unusual usage patterns of never-varying electrical consumption.
The people who gave her all these Christmas presents never wondered why she didn’t call to thank them, or invited them for Christmas the year after? Maybe all the presents were really lousy.
Most of all, though, I want to know the model of her heater. Three years working non-stop, and the thing still functions? I want one.
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June 11th, 2006 at 22:42
That is just sad. :(
June 12th, 2006 at 10:31
Yes, it is.
There’s no lack of sad stories, unfortunately.