Across the threshold
Whenever I've left a property that I've called home, I've cleaned it. Perhaps this is because when renting you need to do this in order to recover the damage deposit that untrusting landlords demand from their tenants.

To be honest, it's only courteous to do so. Imagine how disgusting it would be to walk in to a property with thick layers of dust and rubbish remaining in it, as the previous occupants abandoned any semblance of hygiene before their departure.

Now that you've got that picture of filth and rubbish you should have a pretty good idea of the picture that greeted me when I walked through the doorway of my new house. Dust and animal hair matting the floor, the stench of dog hanging in the air, assorted items strewn around the house (arm chair, electric fire, empty beer cans, the list goes on).

Now we have to wait for our solicitor to try and insist that they at least pay for a skip for us to dispose of their many house warming gifts, whilst also devoting our spare time to scrubbing the place from top to bottom.

Funnily enough, the previous occupant has been too lazy to arrange for Royal Mail to redirect his post and subsequently had the gall to come round and put a forwarding address through our letter box.

I can feel a special delivery coming on...

- posted by Paul @ 9:31 am