I loved MrTrebus. I have a tear in my eye just remembering him. Also the lovely man at the Council who was so polite and respectful to him. So patient too.
A lot of people think it’s a mental condition but I think-in some cases they just get overwhelmed.
A lady who used to live near us had horses which she adored. She became ill but only had one daughter who lived several hours away. Because we had horses too she asked if we would check on hers sometimes which we did. She was so ill and slept a lot but might wake up at at night and would scoot down to the field in her nightdress on an ancient bike with no pedals.
As she got worse she would ring me with a shopping list and ask me to leave it on the back step. I always did and would shout through to her if she was not around. One day I got no answer and feared she might be dead. The kitchen was full of bags of horse feed, wellies, dirty plates, leftovers, tack, old coats etc. I called out several times then went through to a hallway and knocked on a door which was slightly ajar. She asked me not to come in as she was ashamed. I promised not to but could see it was just like those you see on TV.
I said if she could manage to get up I would call back in an hour. She did so and we phoned her daughter and explained how ill she was and she agreed to drive up next day.
She was then admitted to hospital, the horses were signed over to RSPCA and she died in hospital. Her daughter showed me photos of her Mum as a young and beautiful, immaculately dressed air stewardess which made me feel very sad.
In later life she had a rundown house, 3 horses, little money and a daughter she seldom saw and was totally overwhelmed so she literally never tidied up, never sought help, avoided seeing a doctor and just curled up like a mouse buried in all the mess.