I hate renting. Why, yes! This is indeed another house whine.

[allana]

So, in accordance with the appointment given to me for the house hand-over, I snagged a lift to Reading this morning with Dave. I got to the old house, and waited for the inventory agent to come along at noon. Only... she didn't.

After 15 minutes I got fed up--patience is not my strong suit--and called the agency. Apparently, the appointment had been put into their diary for Monday. Oh, how I shook my fist and screeched. The letter I have clearly states Friday, 9th September at 12 noon.

There aren't words for how pissed off I am. I have refused to go back on Monday as I'll be damned if I'm paying £72 because they fucked up. So, I'm going to have to hold a very hostile and unpleasant conversation with the inventory agent as she walks around the house on Monday. I have slaved over that house and I want every drop of my money back.

1. I want my own house. I don't want to deal with landlords, letting agents etc again.
2. I want to be in control of where I live. If someone fucks up, then I'll only be able to blame me or Dave.
3. I want to live somewhere where there is colour. I refuse to have any magnolia paint on the walls for it is bland, boring and just reminds me of renting misery.
4. And most importantly. I don't want to keep whining about house shit. I'm bored of it. But it keeps on coming; like a stable of horse shit, there's always more to shovel....

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In good news, such as it is, I spotted a copy of Writing Down The Bones in Waterstones. I've been looking for it for a few months, and so far its a really good read. Inspiring.... One of these days I'll write a book review!

ETA. Dave is stuck in horrendous traffic in London, so probably won't be home for about four hours. Which sucks. He'll be frazzled to the bone by the time he gets in :/

Comments

[kraftpistole.livejournal.com]

[one-armed hug] I utterly agree about how sucky renting can be. I never kept those sterile white walls. I painted 'em green and blue and any other colour I wanted. [cue Bowie's "Rebel, Rebel"]

To cheer you up, I come with the following lame joke:

I snagged a lift to Reading this morning...

First you gotta catch the elevator [lift], and now you have to steal one? [see also: Rick's comment to 8 Sept. entry]

[glam-ang.livejournal.com]

Alas, I'd void my contract if I painted the walls without written permission. I'd still have to repaint them magnolia at the end of the tenancy too, even if I got permission!

Yes, I went out lift rustling with Dave this morning. (You have to get out by 7am, otherwise they're too frisky to be caught!) I throw the lassoo, and he leaps upon the lift to subdue it. We're a good team :D

[kraftpistole.livejournal.com]

You've gotta subdue 'em? [wide-eyed and grinning] Wow-ee!

Too bad you can't lasso and subdue rent contracts. One thing I did when I also couldn't paint the walls [I painted a closet door blue, then painted white again when I moved out] was that I taped pictures to the walls. I put up flyers, magazine clippings, pictures of my family, movie posters, etc. It became this whole patchwork of colour, which beat out the magnolia white and didn't breach any contract clauses.

[bella-cheval.livejournal.com]

Nothing other to say than *hugs* and a *smooch* for all that shit that's fallen on you. Things will improve.