Kintheft

 A placeholder for some of of the things Pigface took:

Mum, by taking her from her home, family, community, church, country (Scotland), and isolating her in a Rothouse ("care" home) near his home in another country (England) where he knew and where she repeatedly said she didn't want to be.  She had always begged never to be put there.  It was a fear she had, akin, in its intensity, to that of  her own mother, of being buried alive. 

Her hearing aids, telling both the Rothouses he put her in that she "refused" to wear them - a lie they found, and still find, convenient to repeat.  I had to get her more after he confiscated the first ones not long after dad died.  Mum always wore her hearing aids with us without ever any fuss.  It was never an issue. Some mornings she even remembered to put them in herself.

The new glasses I got for her and labelled as the new ones. Just didn't care whether she could see or not. 

Her medication.  He used this as a bargaining chip to force us to let him see mum so he could try to bamboozle and manipulate her away with him again.  And even though she said categorically she didn't want to go with him and she wanted to stay with us he refused to leave, causing mum to shake with distress and fear, so that we had to call the police to make him leave.  

My relationship with mum by damaging my mental and physical health, poisoning that relationship with fear by controlling everything connected to do with her.

My rights as Power of Attorney by removing key information to exercise those rights including financial and administrative information relating to mum's house and assets.  He deleted key documents about dad's finances from his computer that dad had left for both of us. 

He forced me to renounce Power of Attorney and executorship of dad's will by using social services to try to pressure me to renounce POA.  I became powerless because he had taken all the information needed to exercise POA anyway.  He was dogmatic, domineering, aggressive threatening.  In the face of all that, I couldn't have exercised POA even if he hadn't taken all the information. By the end, my agency had been taken from me.  I was left with responsibility for decisions he ensured only he was allowed to make.

My mental and physical health and wellbeing from behaviour that was intimidating, coercive, harassing, manipulative, by spreading lies to people and organisations he made into allies, distorting and controlling the narrative of what happened and about who I am.  He erased me, my rights as POA, my agency. He reduced me to a shell of who I had been.  In 2024 I passed the triple test for meeting the criteria of a "Vulnerable Adult": suffering a mental disorder, at risk of being harmed and unable to safeguard own interests.   

Thousands of pounds in money from my parents' accounts, first while dad was suffering delirium in hospital and secondly over a long period, from my mother, after dad died.

Paintings, photographs, objects belonging to my mum especially after the contents valuation. In contrast, he didn't put a single one of mum's pictures from her house in her Rothouse room.  The photo albums of us as a family in Africa when we were children. He cherry-picked his way through the rest of mum's albums. 

A photo album Christmas gift I sent Mum of her time with me and my family before and after dad died while before Pigface extracted her from her home. 

He intercepted and removed the photo cards I sent Mum saying I was causing her harm. 

Access to the loft where the papers and jewellery was kept

Access to the garage where he put, well, I don't know what. But dad's valueless car was and still is in my name simply because in his last months when the insurance fell due he got a better name with it in my name.  

Pigface took dad's phone after he died.  There was a Spotify playlist I had setup when he was in hospital with music he asked for.  I would have liked to have listened again to the music that made his final days more bearable. 

Pigface deleted the voicemail message on my parent's ansaphone that had been there for decades and that I found immensely stabilising and reassuring.   Mum have felt the same. I'd bet he made sure to record it for himself first. He high-handedly deleted it, in his ironically, dad-like "I know best" way.  Replaced it with one of mum sounding shaky and scared.

Things of mine that I lent mum that were at her house.

Pigface took and we think, binned, the portrait of me at 18 that hung in my parents dining room for decades out, we can only surmise, of sheer malice because he had run out of other ways of trying to hurt me. Eventually, I would have liked my children to have it, which would have been the normal course of events. Taking that was an attempt to deliberately wound me further now that he couldn't contact to me directly or legitimately, at present at least, find a way to get social services or the other allies to do it for him. It was one of the only option, and an easy one. No-one else would see the cruelty but me and my "irrelevant" family.

There  are the small appropriations too. Before mum was taken the second time in the Pigface - social services alliance I knew that her illness had deteriorated to the point where this time she would not be able to call me for help once she was locked up. The only thing I could do to make her feel less alone was to try to ensure  when they took her a week later that she had the music she loved and that someone would help her play it. I bought two dementia toys and filled them with her music. and I bought a cat that moved & miaowed also for people with dementia. Mum had a habit of naming things. When we saw it at home dementia centre she called it Beauty. When we got one so he named it something else. At the end of February '26 I was looking at a photo of mum's wall calendar that my husband had taken. The calendar is typically dominated with Pigface notes - when he visits, his phone number, it is as though I don't exist. I could put my details there but I am too afraid. Everything he has done has been to erase me I am too afraid to, I was going to say pretend that I still exist. That slip shows better than anything what he has done. Anyway, the notes in PigFace's handwriting say the cat is now is now called [his Christian name]. In this way he changes the perceived history of the cat, and appropriates  and sends a message of dominance all at the same time.  

He has everything now: sole Power of Attorney, sole execution of dad's will, total control of mum, her money, assets, house, everything. I was only able to go once after the first panic attack.   

Pigface and Pigwife could do all this because they knew no one was checking up on them.  That was because social services, the police and the Office of the Public Guardian hadn't even so much as sniffed in their direction. That's how so many people get away with embezzlement and abuse.