Hello again

Just sitting at home with the fire roaring beside me, the dogs curled up neatly infront of it, delicious aromas of pasta and sauce wafting from the kitchen...Wasn't like this a month ago; couldn't relax for a minute, crazy landlady could turn up at any time and weedle her way into ruining yet another day.

My partner and I had only been in that house a total of three months and the stress was such that I had moderate depression and only ate chocolate, and C- was not sleeping and was losing weight he didn't have. We loved the idea of moving out of town, nice and quiet, perfect for our pets...but we didn't bargain on this. In the first week she turned up almost every day, shuffling things from the loft and under the stairs. We had moved into a house stuffed full of her random belongings. The stuff was supposed to be gone when we moved in but 'not a chance' we thought. So we gave her a week. Still not even a dent. So we tried another week. She came less that week; maybe four times...

We had her turning up with her minions at 8.30am and using the washing machine as though it was still her house...Cheek! Then a few days later when asked politely for 24 hours notice of her visits she went off on one and said it was 'her house and she could turn up whenever she liked, it's my right as a landlady to come in whenever, we agreed this before you moved in...' Lies...lies...

She just kept on turning up, we had to get a solicitor to write a letter so she wouldn't enter the property when we weren't there. She did this on several occasions...

So, three months later, after a nasty battle of the solicitors we moved out and filed complaints against her...through the police, the council and the CAB. The police are looking into harassment, the council want to fine her for not being a registered landlord (several thousand pounds), and the CAB seemed ready to lynch her.

Now we have a smaller garden, fewer rooms and strange neighbours, but at least the house is ours; we can have a bath without wondering if the car that just went past is the landlady come to torment us...

Moral of this story; beware of strange old ladies, trust no one, and always back up everything you do, have, say, or think with paper evidence through a highly expensive solicitor...

At least it's over...

Ranting complete...