Our house, in the middle of our street...

So, the landlord came round yesterday morning, told us he was getting a cleaner in to do a ‘Spring Clean’ of the house, I don’t think she was a real cleaner, she left it in a worse state than it originally was – which wasn’t actually messy in the first place.

She just seemed to wander around with Mr. Muscle in her hand spraying erratically around the house and not wiping it up! If she was getting paid I would have happily done her job for the day, or if the landlord mentioned he wanted the place cleaning up a little for house viewings why didn’t he say!? We do clean our house; I don’t think he gets it.

On the other hand I don’t think he gets much – we have damp in the corner of our kitchen, so bad that there has been three mushrooms grow in it over the last few months, so what does he do? Paints over it, yes he paints the mouldy corner of the kitchen and leaves. After further complaints he figures it must be the glass door on the shower that’s letting water out and causing the mould. So, he glues it shut to the bath, we are aware it’s not the shower that’s leaking, but he won’t listen. Then figures buying us a new bathmat will also help, we already have two, but you know he must be right, yeah?

And then there is the case of the broken toilet, it’s been blocked for weeks, the drains are completely broken, but he thinks it’s okay because we have two toilets – there are however, seven people in this house, one toilet isn’t really good enough, and there’s always one who forgets it’s not been fixed yet – yeah you can imagine the results – similar to what we have to look at when it rains too heavy and the drains are blocked in the garden, I’m not even going into that one, it makes me feel sick.

It’s awful to see these new people looking around our house going “ohhh, ahhh” at the high ceilings and massive rooms, when really it’s an awful house, probably would be condemned if a real person came to look at it! But no, we’re still here, debating not paying our rent to get things done, I’d have to grow a pair first I think.

It took us almost two months to get a new boiler fitted; he wouldn’t believe that even though his ‘mate’ said it would be okay, as soon as we turned it on it sounded like a jet trying to take off, and then the fizzing noise that accompanied it. Safe then yeah? We had no heating in this time, you know when it was snowing and freezing? Yeah it was then, and hot water, well that was temperamental, I had to miss university a few times and drive home to get a shower, it was awful. But still we pay our £50 a week and deal with it, thinking it’s only till June we’ll be fine.

So there you have it the hell hole that we call a home, bah I’m going to spend my rent money on getting my hair dyed the brightest shade of red that I can.

Ashley

Rock on \m/