Landlord number 2. Lovely chap with a nice house, garden and 3 cats. I was a bit put off lodging with men after my last experience but Landlord number 2 was gay so I felt very safe and was happy to have some lovely kitty cats to play with and keep me company!
For quite a few months things were excellent, we got on really well and became friends, I was introduced to the family and all was tickety-boo. The only down side in all of this was my previous landlord bombarding me with phone calls and text messages every single day, several times a day and night. He would not leave me alone. He was wanting my address. 1 minute he was aggressive, the next he was begging me to help him from fixing his PC to lending him some money. It was disturbing and the last time he rang me I told him he had to stop harassing me or I would go to the police.
Thankfully he did not ring again that night. I tried to pop to the local chemist to get a prescription but the road was closed due to a fatal accident. On my way home I did think about dropping into the police station to chat about my last landlord or to even go to his house and tell him face to face to leave me alone but I left it in the end hoping the message had sunk in and it seemed to have. I didn't hear from him for the next 3 days.
My landlord became quite unwell with stress, depression, anxiety and previous medical issues and had taken time off work, it was looking long term so he purchased himself a puppy. On the drive to get this puppy I received a text message. It was from my last landlords mother stating that he had been run over and killed whilst cycling to work. I instantly burst into tears from shock and my landlord who was driving at the time was really confused as he knew all about my landlord and the constant phone calls. I was absolutely devastated. It didn't take long for me to put 2 and 2 together and realise that night the road was closed was because my landlord was laid dead in it.
I went to the funeral 2 weeks later and I was also called into the police station to give evidence as I was the last person he spoke to before he died and there was a reasonable amount of evidence (from me and 2 others) that he may have committed suicide. The guilt I felt was horrific. I hated myself. To this day, 2 years later the police investigation is still ongoing as to what really happened.
So, we had a new puppy in the house. Although very cute I was not too pleased with the constant chewing of my belongings, poo, vomit and wee in the house to clear up and the bin spread over 3 rooms almost every day.
It soon became apparent that Landlord number 2 had some pretty big money issues and a bit of a nutcase ex boyfriend. The solution came in the form of another lodger, who was also gay. We all went out to lunch and got on very well. My landlord fancied him... uh oh. I knew this wasn't going to end well but what can I do?!
It did not last long before things went wrong and I found myself piggy in the middle. The new lodger did not like the puppy, he was pretty annoyed about the pooping, bin emptying and chewing of items and tensions between lodger and landlord started to form. The lodger was also a Pagan. I don't have a problem with this, I do however have a problem with a cauldron in the back garden and rituals and spells being performed, creepy is an understatement.
If that wasn't bad enough the landlords ex boyfriend appeared (from America) one day and brought a dog back and left it there (originally the dog was theirs when they lived together). The dog was lovely, no fuss at all and I really bonded with her. She had been abused and used as a puppy farm so it was important to get her weight up and have her trust humans again.
Landlord then went back to work leaving me to look after a puppy, a nervy dog and 3 cats. I'm sorry I was wanting a room to rent not a full time job which I paid to experience!!
Landlord announced one day that his ex was moving back in. We didn't have to go anywhere immediately but we should look for somewhere else to live. Fireworks erupted between other lodger and landlord, I was literally cornered in the kitchen with no escape.
That eventually all fell through so landlord got back on the dating scene and me and the lodger started to 'enjoy' the company of random men being brought back to the house who the landlord had only just met, literally for a coffee... "come back to mine, stay over". I had 1 guy walk into my bedroom at 2am thinking it was the bathroom and he barely spoke a word of English!!
The other lodger now also had money problems and things were tight. I felt sorry for him, the upset the landlord had caused us both was quite a strain and me and the other lodger got on really well. So I decided to cook us all a big roast dinner. I love cooking, it sucks cooking for 1 so I thought it would be great to bring us all together as well. That went down like a 10 ton sack of poo. Lodger accused me of treating him as a charity case and was pretty vicious.
I then had the landlord wishing ME to apologise so he didn't lose his lodger!! With an enormous sigh I wrote the lodger a letter apologising for... well I'm not quite sure what, my kindness? It didn't really help to be honest, the lodger had had enough and was in a foul mood every day after that. I even got him a birthday cake, card and some presents which was awful, he said thank you and went straight back up to his room. That hurt quite a lot.
The lodger then moved out, apparently it was all my fault! The random men, terrorising puppy, 3 cats and another dog, threats of being kicked out etc were not a problem but me cooking him dinner was the problem. Yep, I totally follow that one.
Things settled down a little between me and the landlord but I was pretty nervous about his issues with dating. He seemed to go on a date, invite them straight back to the house and then ask them to move in, all that in less than 24 hours. Naturally I was not welcome as a lodger if he got into a relationship, so every date I was thinking "oh, this is it, homeless by tomorrow morning".
A small aside which I won't go into too much as it really upsets me just thinking about it (and my god we haven't even got onto Landlord Number 4 yet) is that the landlord did not look after his pets at all. The amount of times one of the cats was hurt and needing veterinary treatment he just did nothing. To him the latest Samsung mobile phone or tablet was top of his priority list rather than a cat with the fur and skin ripped off it's back... yes that really did happen.
I had been here almost 1 year when the inevitable happened. Landlord went on a date, fell in love in 1.7 seconds and he was ditching the house to move in with his new boyfriend and child. I was given less than a months notice.
That landlord was such a nice person he even dumped all but 1 of his animals. The puppy and the 3 cats were thrown away to people and rescue centers like an old used toy that wasn't wanted any more.
I had to find somewhere to live, clear out my garage and find somewhere for that and raise money to move, remember, I am DSS scum of the earth so I always get shafted for several months rent in advance *IF* I manage to find someone to actually take me!
I viewed and viewed and viewed and viewed and spent almost £200 in petrol alone for viewings, I looked at over 50 places and 49 of them refused me as I did not work. I had 1 offer. It was in the middle of nowhere, the landlord was creepy weird, the house was a mouldy horrible place full of massive spiders but the rent was reasonable. I had no option.
A friend of mine stored everything from my garage at his workshop for a nominal fee each month and he also moved me as well, super!! All the paperwork, deposit and rent up front would be done that night when Landlord Number 3 came home from work...
As Willie Nelson once sang "On the road again...."
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