Well, it's been a while... lots of things have been happening.
In particular, I have moved into my new flat, which is very lovely. The problem is the landlord. He has a serious case of OCD (worse than me, and I'm not joking about that diagnosis), and is a bit of a control freak. He won't let anyone stay over without me asking him first, not even my boyfriend, and the other day informed me of exactly what time Conor and I were eating lunch in the kitchen. Uh huh?
He also tried to get me to sign a piss awful contract which states that I can't move out of the flat between now and next June (not even with one, two or three months' notice) but that he can chuck me out at any time he feels, in both cases keeping my deposit of £200. It also says that having people such as boyfriends or girlfriends to stay the night can result in eviction.
What age am I again? And what age are we living in here?
So, yeah, after some negotiation, I'm moving out at the end of the month and with any luck getting reimbursed for my deposit. I'm not going to be controlled or 'kept' by anyone!
High Rising
8 months ago
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We should form a club called "I think my (former) landlord has OCD."
I think I could have driven mine to a nervous break down just by cutting the corners off square sponges and replacing white tea towels with off-white ones.
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