Is this some kind of record?
Six changes of address in two and a half years. Wow. I can hardly believe it myself, but after the nomadic lifestyle endured while we were in London, here we are on the verge of a move here in Liverpool after only six months.
This move has come about due to a combination of things. Firstly, our rent is only slightly cheaper than it was in London due to the fact we’re living very near the city center. We don’t really need to live that close and with Fliss struggling to find a full time gig, we cant really afford it.
Secondly, the lease is up on our current place too – the middle of next month, to be exact. Recently the landlord has been a bit of a tosspot – we had an electrical fault which I believed was being caused by water on the electrics somewhere. The landlord (well, one of the two of them) got very, very aggressive with me when I tried to point this out to him. The fact I used to be an electrician seemed to cut no ice with him – he told me in no uncertain terms that I was wrong and that it was “just one of those things”.
Imagine my surprize when this poor guy gets called out to look at the boiler (deemed to be the cause), only to tell us that the problem is water getting in near the boiler outlet because the landlord had not installed it properly.
While it’s nice to be right, it’s not nice to have to put up with shit like this because the landlords cant be bothered to admit it’s wrong and fix it.
So – to cut a long one – off we go again!
Fortunately we seem to have struck a bit of luck – a three bedroomed house is being freshly refurbished and the rent is almost ?200 cheaper than this place. We’ve done the usual and sent off our references and tonight the guy told me he’d proceed with the rest of the details and cancel all other visits. Although two years of dealing with London’s notorious estate agents told me never to trust anything until you have contracts signed, I have a good feeling about this one.
Fingers crossed we’ll be fully installed in the new joint by the middle of next month. Which is when I hit 30… then I’ll have bigger fish to fry!
