Posts Tagged ‘landlord’

A shocking week.

June 2, 2010

Wow, what a week it has been. Highs and lows and a lot of crazy times in between.

First of all, this time last week we were told that our landlords were selling our flat and we had a week to get out. Panic ensued, because we were leaving for Spain for six days the following day and there was no way we’d have time to find a new place.

The good thing about our house is that the rent is super cheap and all bills are included. The bad thing is that we don’t have a contract, we pay the money under our landlord’s door and our landlord is obviously not paying tax for the rental of our place.

Anyway, we managed to negotiate two weeks by pleading with them. The next day we left for Spain, which I will write about later with all the images included. We were having an amazing time away, cruising the northern coast in our rented campervan when we got a text from our housemate…

Our landlord had died! Dropped dead on a Friday night. Not sure what happened, but I think it was a heart attack. So sad, he was only in his early 40s. He was also a really nice guy who fixed anything that broke in our house ASAP.

We were seriously shocked and felt very bad for his girlfriend who he left behind. So tragic. 😦

Now we’re not sure if we have to move out after all. We’re not sure whether the house is being sold because I assume there’s a will to be sorted?

We got back from Spain really late last night and I’m absolutely knackered at work this morning. We’re having a meeting with our landlord’s girlfriend tonight, so time will tell whether we’ll be homeless (or not) this time next week.

Life is crazy and sometimes it throws odd balls at you. Travelling around in Spain and enjoying the sunshine made me realise just how important it is to live every day to the fullest and do everything you want to do, as soon as you can. Who knows, you may not be here tomorrow.

You have to ask yourself, ‘If I were to die tomorrow, would I be happy with all I’ve done?’ I can safely say that yes, I’m very pleased with the life I’ve lived. I do hope my landlord felt the same.


Can’t get to sleep ‘cos my landlords have the noisiest sex

February 22, 2010

I’m feeling very tired this morning. Why? Because my landlords were humping above my head until the wee

My house, where the walls and floors are as thick as tissue paper

 hours of the morning. Literally.

One of the reasons why I love London is because all the buildings are old and beautiful. This includes the house I live in, which was built over 100 years ago. But it’s a Victorian terrace house and every time someone so much as tippy toes around upstairs, the house creaks and moans like you wouldn’t believe.

Unfortunately for us, our landlord’s bedroom is above our room. And last night the floor wasn’t the only thing that was moaning. They were. At least four times a week, as I am about to drift off into a peaceful slumber, I am violently awoken by a sudden pounding and squeeking noise coming from directly above my head. Sometimes I’m already sleeping when I am woken by this sound. Sometimes it’s FOUR IN THE BLOODY MORNING.

Sorry, I am sleep deprived, and therefore cranky. It would be fine if it was simply a case of ‘wham, bam, thank you man,’ but unfortunately for me, I think my landlord takes Viagra. They’re at it for HOURS. Maybe I should be happy that a couple in their 50s have such an active sex life. And maybe I would if they didn’t keep me awake while they went at it like Duracell bunnies.

My landlord told my boyfriend last week that he needs a double hip replacement. From all that thrusting, I’m not surprised. I’m just hoping that it puts him out of action for awhile so I can get a good night’s sleep!