U-turnsPosted: April 5, 2011 | |
So our ‘Moving into our New Home’ plans have been put on hold.
It seems the amazing house wasn’t so amazing after all.
And came fully equipped with interesting features such as a urine-stained bath (with chips in the enamel), a washing machine that smelled of mould and sewage when opened and a leaking oil tank that was turning the soil in the back garden to black mulch.
We weren’t completely clueless about the house. We knew there were a couple of problems, but we were willing to deal with them ourselves and we had high hopes for the place.
And then we realised that these few problems were only the tip of the icebergs.
She managed to keep all these things (and others) hidden from us until we signed the lease.
And handed over the first month’s rent.
And a deposit.
Thankfully The Boy went all French on her ass after she left and we realised just how many things were wrong and he got all our money back.
All Hail The Boy!
So now we’re sitting here waiting for our current landlord to get back to us, because we’re technically homeless as of Sunday.