I moved last May
Although I am generally a disjointedly fuckwitted bellend when it comes to organisation - I tend to take seriously the hunt for somewhere to live.
I found the ideal place, did the tour with Henry - the letting agent - who promised the usual deep clean, sorting of repair issues, tidying of garden etc etc. I gave my previous landlord notice, paid my deposit and sat back, safe in the knowledge that I had done everything expected of me and the letting agents had 7 weeks to arrange all of the work.

Clearly I was dealing with professionals.

No, wait, the other thing.

The lazy money-grubbing fucking halfwitted shitbags took my money and did precisely fuck-all. I know they did precisely fuck-all because, less than 12 hours before I was to move in, I got an email from the lying scumbags to the effect that they didn't have the keys so I'd have to move in 'a week later' - no apologies, no concern that my stuff was all packed and I was ready to move in, moreover I had to hand the keys of my last place back at 12:00 the very next day.

Praise where praise is due, the boss of the unadulterated cunt that was Henry did arrange for there to be a locksmith at the premises so I could move in, what he hadn't bargained for was the fact that the previous tenant hadn't moved their stuff out. Nor had there been a gas check, an inventory check, an electrical check, a fire safety check etc etc - all of which they'd had a whole 7 fucking weeks to do.



I was less than whelmed.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Thu 8 Jan 2015, 12:11, 5 replies)

You would have liked a "pre transfer house check"?

(localboy purveyor of pisspoor puns, Thu 8 Jan 2015, 14:19, closed)