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I am going to be doing it on the 17th of september.what are your stories? good or bad
also only the two of us in the house.Could be awkward for that reason alone
It's fine, though it wont be when he finds out I've lost my job! Eeek.
But yeah, if you get on and they realise how hard it can be for them to share their house without lauding it up like they, erm, own the place then it'll be cool.
What happened? :(
Only got two weeks notice and I was due to be paid last Friday and still no sign of any money :(
He was a friend, (looking after the house on behalf of his parents), but we stopped speaking to each other, for various reasons. Our lives went in different directions and he started getting really moody if I knocked on his door, being like "WHAT??" when I was just trying to pay the rent. I'm now not sure if it's ever a good idea to be paying rent to a friend. Then his family moved in, and I felt more like a lodger than a flatmate - I felt guilty about using the kitchen or basically being anywhere in the house other than my room. His family didn't tell me they wanted me to leave, I think they just expected me to know. When I eventually left, I cleaned my room, put the front door key on the bed, and didn't say goodbye to anyone.
A lot of that probably won't apply to you, but I imagine it would always be hard to feel like a flatmate rather than a lodger with a live in landlord.
I was living w/ my friend at his parents beach house. He said they hardly ever come down. Once a year for summer holidays it was I presumed. He let me live there rent-free but I contributed to the place. I bought tons of groceries and stuff, bag of weed every day, footed the bill when we would go out, help him pay for his petrol so I didn't feel like I was mooching. He was a student and terribly low on cash. And I reckoned by the time his parents would come down they'd either be nice about it (we shared his room and I was hardly ever around in the first place) or I'd have moved out.
They came out of nowhere. In Winter for chrissakes. Freaked out over me cleaning up the place. Turned off the A/C and hot water b/c they didn't think it was cold, coming from up north and all. And they brought his sister down and there was some strange sexual tension. They told me I had to start paying but by then I had another place lined up.
But I've never lived w/ a proper landlord. Some friends living here in Italy do it. Or have some strange guest bedroom thing. Either way they're always around. They come by unannounced. Working on things or dicking around all day.
This sounds bad. I'd look for some new digs if I were you.
I would definitely advise checking that the landlord doesn't plan to be really stingy with the central heating, unless you're one of those people who doesn't mind saving money by keeping it off, (personally I would never mind paying so as not to sit shivering under a duvet all the time).
Also the father of the guy I lived with used to do building work in the house well into the evening, it's hard to tell someone to stop when they own and live in the house.
Its just what happened to me - I wasn't intending to have a moan, just telling a story.
of the fence of the deal. As a landlord it was a fucking nightmare. The lovely couple I bought the house off, who were going traveling with the proceeds were worried about their daughter being turfed out... To cut a long story short she was a fittie so got her number and stupidly drunkenly text her a week before I was due to get the keys that she should stick around.
I then met my, what turned out to be, very possessive girl friend who made the arrangement very difficult leading to my poor lodger moving all her shit out and stealing my Dyson while I was away at Glasto.
On the other score, when I went back to uni I rented my house out and moved in with a mate who was living with his landlord. I initially only intended to crash on their sofa for a week while I sorted an alternative out but ended up getting on with everyone so well that we eventually stuck some drywall up in the kitchen to make a separate room for me in what was their 'dining area'. I lived their for two years without so much as a crossed word.
The moral of this yarn: it vastly depends on the people, and circumstances you are currently living with. One piece of advice, get all they renty, bills bollocks and a lodgers agreement sorted beforehand. I think you can get a form off Directgov.
It was great. We got on well, played a load of Rockband, watched awesome films and TV, drank a tonne. It helped that I'm a tidy, considerate person, and he is as well. If that's the case, and you can always pay on time, there shouldn't really be any problems.
it's great, he's really dependable and obviously looks after the place. depends on who you get I guess
I was one of four renting from a live-in landlady. None of the lodgers knew each other or the landlandy before moving in.
She ended up losing her job (due to what I suspected to be largely self-inflicted circumstances). But the rental income was such that she could get by without working, so she could afford to mooch around the place coming up with various harebrained half-arsed self-employment schemes that never came to fruition.
And then she seemed to start to resent having tenants (even though we were now her sole source of income) and came up with rota schemes etc, even though we were all generally fairly clean & tidy. So it was never gonna work cos we could never be as diligent about the place as she wished.
Anyhoo, I could bang on and on with a tl;dr about all of her angst and foibles ... but the upshot is that she bacame utterly intolerable to live with in the end. So I sorted myself out with a new abode. It would have been completely impossible to stick around having given notice so I just moved out with no notice when she was out of the house for the weekend and forfeited my £100 or so deposit for the sake of an easy life.
She went mental and started calling up my parents and a friend, demanding this that and the other. To no avail. I was outta there.
Intertron stalking tells me she sold up shortly after, made a killing in profit, moved to the mediterranean, got accidentally knocked up with a kid, opened a gift/jewellery/vintage shop and has managed to blag her way through that for 4 or 5 years. So good on her for giving up on the landlord thing and for sorting her life out, the crazy wench.
Basically, the possibility for a live-in landlord to have unreasonably high expectations of how things are gonna be is fairly high.
after six months of living in the flat.. it is half yours!
Bottom line is if you're landlord/lady is alright then IT'LL BE FINE. Obviously you can't relax as much with the landlord always about, initially at least, but you have the benefits of them always being about in other ways. Such as, if your boiler goes, then it'll get fixed the same day rather than 2 weeks later.
My girlfriend lives with her landlady. She doesn't like it because she's unfriendly. I like it because she's HOT. Every cloud...
It was great. Mainly because I clean up after myself and aren't a cunt.
Simple stuff, really.
It can get really akward. I did it for nearly a year with what used to be a good friend.
There is no equality in the relationship. It will go swimmingly well, but trust me there will be a point where it goes tits up.
I'm trying out my new apple mac from work yay
I felt very resentful that I was giving my landlord lots of dosh whilst he stayed at home and fucked.
He also ordered the rest of us to clean whilst he did bugger all, even employing someone to clean his room. lazy arswipe.
Both houses were owned by good friends, and I've had nothing but good experiences. It probably helps that both friends were as laid-back as I am, and that I'm rather tidy and respectful.
It wasn't fun, but it wasn't terrible either. It was just a place to sleep.
For whoever was whingeing about them implicitly being the boss, that was the best thing I thought, houseshares need a hierarchy and some AUTHORITA.
you're not doing it wrong. just 'differently.