My landlord is scum
OK - so I've always been hyper cautious about pestering for repairs unreasonably... had a fab landlord in the last flat who'd be out ASAP when I called about something - this current guy is taking the piss.
Over a week ago now I spotted a wrinkly patch of wallpaper in the spare room - touched the wall and it was damp toward the ceiling - so rang the letting agent and said I suspected there was a leak up in the loft. Letting agent rang me back saying the landlord had said it was covered by his central heating insurance - ring British Gas.
So we rang British Gas - they said it wasn't central heating related, not covered... we ring letting agent again. They said they'd contact the landlord - who gets his odd-job man to call us up and arrange to come out (we'd also complained about the floorboard upstairs that was completely missing - yes he'd let his house with a fucking hole in the floor as well and just covered it with carpet). This takes another couple of days to arrange as LL prats around with repairs... odd job man comes out - says it's the heating leaking and LL won't let him touch it - and that the LL will ring British Gas.
Landlord DOESN'T ring British Gas - Carl has to... they come out, check it - guess what - it isn't covered... by now the small dribble has turned into a torrent running down the bedroom walls, mould's starting to grow, there's another leak coming out of the top of the fitted wardrobes, and half my clothes are ruined because in the time we've spent waiting for him to fix this leak - the water's started running over them and soaked them through. We ring the letting agency again who say they'll get an emergency plumber out - landlord stops them from doing that and wants to send his odd-job man out again.
Odd-job man can't do anything (he said he wouldn't be able to), so we have to wait till today... where a "plumber" shows to actually fix the fault. Walls in both bedrooms totally wrecked and starting to grow mould now - and I'm fucked if I'm living in that state of disrepair for 6 months - so god knows how we're going to get him to fix it. I'm now a total wreck - terrified of what is going to go wrong next, and how long it'll take to get the next fault fixed to be honest. I really don't want to have to face the hassle (and cost) of moving again - it's a nightmare for us trying to rent a place as proving my income is a pain in the neck at the best of times... cost us about a grand in deposits, agency charges, etc and we simply cannot afford that again - plus I don't think our relationship would survive us two having to move everything again and we'd never find anywhere the right size that we could afford in a non-total shithole area of the city.
I'm a mess again - shaky, heart racing, crying all the time.
Over a week ago now I spotted a wrinkly patch of wallpaper in the spare room - touched the wall and it was damp toward the ceiling - so rang the letting agent and said I suspected there was a leak up in the loft. Letting agent rang me back saying the landlord had said it was covered by his central heating insurance - ring British Gas.
So we rang British Gas - they said it wasn't central heating related, not covered... we ring letting agent again. They said they'd contact the landlord - who gets his odd-job man to call us up and arrange to come out (we'd also complained about the floorboard upstairs that was completely missing - yes he'd let his house with a fucking hole in the floor as well and just covered it with carpet). This takes another couple of days to arrange as LL prats around with repairs... odd job man comes out - says it's the heating leaking and LL won't let him touch it - and that the LL will ring British Gas.
Landlord DOESN'T ring British Gas - Carl has to... they come out, check it - guess what - it isn't covered... by now the small dribble has turned into a torrent running down the bedroom walls, mould's starting to grow, there's another leak coming out of the top of the fitted wardrobes, and half my clothes are ruined because in the time we've spent waiting for him to fix this leak - the water's started running over them and soaked them through. We ring the letting agency again who say they'll get an emergency plumber out - landlord stops them from doing that and wants to send his odd-job man out again.
Odd-job man can't do anything (he said he wouldn't be able to), so we have to wait till today... where a "plumber" shows to actually fix the fault. Walls in both bedrooms totally wrecked and starting to grow mould now - and I'm fucked if I'm living in that state of disrepair for 6 months - so god knows how we're going to get him to fix it. I'm now a total wreck - terrified of what is going to go wrong next, and how long it'll take to get the next fault fixed to be honest. I really don't want to have to face the hassle (and cost) of moving again - it's a nightmare for us trying to rent a place as proving my income is a pain in the neck at the best of times... cost us about a grand in deposits, agency charges, etc and we simply cannot afford that again - plus I don't think our relationship would survive us two having to move everything again and we'd never find anywhere the right size that we could afford in a non-total shithole area of the city.
I'm a mess again - shaky, heart racing, crying all the time.