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It's so gorgeous outside. I wish i wasn't at work but then i get to leave in an hour and ten minutes!
I saw my old landlord yesterday- i forgot to mention on here that he sent us all a really badly written letter to our new address saying we wouldn't be getting our deposits back. Luckily this was only 50 pounds but it totally infuriated all three of us because he was listing things in the letter which we simply were not guilty of.
For starters he said that we 'neglected the garden and did not look after the plants'- the best bit of this is that the garden was a shit heap when Jemma and Aislinn moved in, so Jemma and her mum planted lots of their own plants and bought lots of plant pots -NONE of them were even his- the tosser!
Apparently we broke the fence in the garden- which we fucking didnt! Apparently i broke my bed in the last house we were in (for only 3 weeks) which i know i didn't. The divan was already broken before i moved into the room and it sagged on one side so i never slept on it. He listed a whole world of other shit, including things like 'lounge carpet and bathroom carpet need replacing' - he told Jemma and Aislinn he would replace them two years ago because they were in a state and he never did. The whole house was fucking disgusting before we moved in and he's just trying to get the money from us to do a load of new work to it.
I rang him as soon as we got the letter. I was so angry-it's not even the money that i'm bothered about, it's that he could think that i'm the sort of person to go around breaking stuff on purpose, or even worse that he can lie about the state of the house and it being our fault!
I'm not the sort of person to get angry at all and if i do, i cry before i get really mad. So i rang him and when he accused me of breaking the bed i couldn't speak because i was so fuming. I was on the phone for 25 minutes but i couldn't even get my words out because i was sobbing so hard and screaming at him. I couldn't even catch my breath, it was horrible. Still, there seems to be nothing we can do about it because he is adamant that we have done the damage, or at least says he is. I told him he should check his houses better before letting them out to other people and that i was going to go to citizens advice, to which he responded that he would make us pay more if i did.
Annnnnnnnyway- when i saw him yesterday i nearly fucking punched him. He had the cheek to look at me reaaaaaaaally sheepishly and smile and say hello!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHH- how the fuck? I felt like knocking him down in the middle of the road except he's four times bigger than me.
So that was a pointless rant but something i needed to get off my chest.
I can't believe how upset it made me.
Karl came up last night and we watched 'Pet sematary'. It made me laugh from the beginning when i saw Herman Munster and heard how stupid he sounded when he talked. For those of you who don't like the achilles tendon bit in hostel, this also has a pretty grim, achilles tendon slashing but it's sort of comedy because the baby looks like chucky.
That was a totally pointless entry anyway. I need my mouth splint which the post office have had for nearly two weeks now because our post man is a chav CUNT and doesn't knock on the fucking door and just pushes the cards through. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
I saw my old landlord yesterday- i forgot to mention on here that he sent us all a really badly written letter to our new address saying we wouldn't be getting our deposits back. Luckily this was only 50 pounds but it totally infuriated all three of us because he was listing things in the letter which we simply were not guilty of.
For starters he said that we 'neglected the garden and did not look after the plants'- the best bit of this is that the garden was a shit heap when Jemma and Aislinn moved in, so Jemma and her mum planted lots of their own plants and bought lots of plant pots -NONE of them were even his- the tosser!
Apparently we broke the fence in the garden- which we fucking didnt! Apparently i broke my bed in the last house we were in (for only 3 weeks) which i know i didn't. The divan was already broken before i moved into the room and it sagged on one side so i never slept on it. He listed a whole world of other shit, including things like 'lounge carpet and bathroom carpet need replacing' - he told Jemma and Aislinn he would replace them two years ago because they were in a state and he never did. The whole house was fucking disgusting before we moved in and he's just trying to get the money from us to do a load of new work to it.
I rang him as soon as we got the letter. I was so angry-it's not even the money that i'm bothered about, it's that he could think that i'm the sort of person to go around breaking stuff on purpose, or even worse that he can lie about the state of the house and it being our fault!
I'm not the sort of person to get angry at all and if i do, i cry before i get really mad. So i rang him and when he accused me of breaking the bed i couldn't speak because i was so fuming. I was on the phone for 25 minutes but i couldn't even get my words out because i was sobbing so hard and screaming at him. I couldn't even catch my breath, it was horrible. Still, there seems to be nothing we can do about it because he is adamant that we have done the damage, or at least says he is. I told him he should check his houses better before letting them out to other people and that i was going to go to citizens advice, to which he responded that he would make us pay more if i did.
Annnnnnnnyway- when i saw him yesterday i nearly fucking punched him. He had the cheek to look at me reaaaaaaaally sheepishly and smile and say hello!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHH- how the fuck? I felt like knocking him down in the middle of the road except he's four times bigger than me.
So that was a pointless rant but something i needed to get off my chest.
I can't believe how upset it made me.
Karl came up last night and we watched 'Pet sematary'. It made me laugh from the beginning when i saw Herman Munster and heard how stupid he sounded when he talked. For those of you who don't like the achilles tendon bit in hostel, this also has a pretty grim, achilles tendon slashing but it's sort of comedy because the baby looks like chucky.
That was a totally pointless entry anyway. I need my mouth splint which the post office have had for nearly two weeks now because our post man is a chav CUNT and doesn't knock on the fucking door and just pushes the cards through. Grrrrrrrrrrr.