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I Met The Tenant Who Trashed Our House
He wasnāt the idiot Iād imagined
Last week, I met the tenant whose family had trashed our house. Iād never met him before because the whole rental arrangement was managed through an agent. He came round to collect a parcel that had been delivered to our address.
I didnāt mention the cat piss Iād been trying to get out of the floor, the walls covered in greasy food, the mould caused by their wet washing hanging everywhere, or the smells Iāve been trying to shift from the four pets they werenāt supposed to have at the property.
I didnāt even mention that I was his former landlady, whose house theyād trashed, and whoād had to pick up the bill for thousands of pounds worth of damage, a ruined kitchen, and whoād spent two months off work trying to renovate the derelict cesspit theyād left us when they moved out.
I didnāt mention any of that. I just said Iām from Number 134 and weāre still receiving parcels for his family, 4 months after theyād gone. Frankly, itās a bit weird.
The house is now in good decorative order and it sold to the second person who viewed it, subject to contract. Thereās a āsoldā sign outside. I could have been the new owner. I thought it better not to mention that Iām his ex-landlord because frankly, we have a lot to be pissed off about.