On the train back from work today I realised that I've forgotten my bicycle pump at my old place. In addition to it I have left some Vanish, a box of handwashing powder, some clothes hangers and a couple of S-Video cables. The place I moved out of before this got a 40" LCD TV and a seven hundred quid Herman Miller Aeron chair courtesy of me.
Somehow I'm not too bothered by either of them. It is annoying to lose this stuff, but in the grand scheme of things they are just things. I can always get more of them or get them back if I really wanted to. But I don't. It's probably why I find it hilarious that The Twat hasn't brought this up yet. It was funny how he was so concerned with getting his crappy sunglasses returned but is not so forthcoming with my stuff. I wonder what the reaction would be if I were to request my stuff back.
Maybe I'll find out once I get the rest of my deposit back from the new bloke.
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Drawing Out To A Close
After several e-mails back and forth the saga is drawing out to a close. The Twat has extracted his pound of flesh by making the new person moving into the flat withold part of the agency fee from my part of the deposit. I offered to split it three ways so it would be fairer but the Twat is insistent that I pay the extra £19 because he is classy like that.
The new guy owes me a sum of over a thousand pounds. Chump change for most people, but an amount that would make a real difference to someone in my situation. He's sent me an e-mail saying he's paid in £500 of what he owes me and will pay me the rest once his deposit from his old flat clears. It's lovely to know that I can help him out in this small way. I should add "housing deposit assistance" to my list of good qualities.
To be fair, it is the estate agents' fault for not ensuring my deposit was fully refunded when the new person moved in. You'd think they'd want to be on safe ground with someone new moving in but hey, expecting estate agents to have intelligence is like expecting an amoeba to recite the times tables. However, it does seem like the Twat has found someone equally inconsiderate to move in with him. Awesome.
The new guy owes me a sum of over a thousand pounds. Chump change for most people, but an amount that would make a real difference to someone in my situation. He's sent me an e-mail saying he's paid in £500 of what he owes me and will pay me the rest once his deposit from his old flat clears. It's lovely to know that I can help him out in this small way. I should add "housing deposit assistance" to my list of good qualities.
To be fair, it is the estate agents' fault for not ensuring my deposit was fully refunded when the new person moved in. You'd think they'd want to be on safe ground with someone new moving in but hey, expecting estate agents to have intelligence is like expecting an amoeba to recite the times tables. However, it does seem like the Twat has found someone equally inconsiderate to move in with him. Awesome.
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Additional Twattery
If you've ever rented a place through the incompetent thieves also known as estate agents you'd know things are never over until you've had your deposit returned. Even though I've now moved out the wankers seem to be in no hurry to assist me with obtaining my deposit.
For some reason they want me to get my deposit back from the new occupant of the flat. So he's supposed to pay me the amount of the money for the deposit. This sounds slightly dodge to me because I was under the impression that swapping deposits this way was illegal. I do not want to do this for two reasons. Firstly, I have no idea whom this person is, and secondly, my dealings were with the estate agency and not the new tenant, so it only seems fair that I do not have to deal with them.
I had an interesting conversation with the woman who's in charge of our property when I rung them up yesterday. Estate agents are usually not very clever people and the Twatmate's petty, lying e-mail to them accusing me of not having paid my rent has not helped. For some reason she wants me to prove that I have paid my rent to the Twat. I explained to her that I was under no obligation to do this as they have received the rent for the month from us already and whatever arrangement between the Twat and I was exactly that and they were not a party to it. She however duly displayed the lack of intelligence so rightly attributed to the people of her profession and was incapable of comprehending this. I also explained to her that while the plan of swapping deposits sounds lovely and hassle free in principle, the new tenant had so far refused to acknowledge my e-mails and I had no contact details for him. I also tried to explain to her, that he is in an ideal situation at this point due to them having asked him to swap deposits with me. As long as he ignores my attempts to get in touch with him then he does not have to part with over a thousand pounds in English money! Result!
I didn't threaten going to the CAB or the TDS people because I don't want anyone's backs up unnecessarily. However, as the former agency was part of the TDS scheme this commits them to returning my deposit in full within 10 days of me moving out of the property.
Familiarising oneself with the nuances of rental agreements is fine, but I'd rather have to do it out of choice and not necessity. These arseholes are being completely unprofessional in dealing with me and I really do not want to have to go the legal route because I do not have the time to do this.
I live in hope that a satisfactory solution will present itself within 10 days.
For some reason they want me to get my deposit back from the new occupant of the flat. So he's supposed to pay me the amount of the money for the deposit. This sounds slightly dodge to me because I was under the impression that swapping deposits this way was illegal. I do not want to do this for two reasons. Firstly, I have no idea whom this person is, and secondly, my dealings were with the estate agency and not the new tenant, so it only seems fair that I do not have to deal with them.
I had an interesting conversation with the woman who's in charge of our property when I rung them up yesterday. Estate agents are usually not very clever people and the Twatmate's petty, lying e-mail to them accusing me of not having paid my rent has not helped. For some reason she wants me to prove that I have paid my rent to the Twat. I explained to her that I was under no obligation to do this as they have received the rent for the month from us already and whatever arrangement between the Twat and I was exactly that and they were not a party to it. She however duly displayed the lack of intelligence so rightly attributed to the people of her profession and was incapable of comprehending this. I also explained to her that while the plan of swapping deposits sounds lovely and hassle free in principle, the new tenant had so far refused to acknowledge my e-mails and I had no contact details for him. I also tried to explain to her, that he is in an ideal situation at this point due to them having asked him to swap deposits with me. As long as he ignores my attempts to get in touch with him then he does not have to part with over a thousand pounds in English money! Result!
I didn't threaten going to the CAB or the TDS people because I don't want anyone's backs up unnecessarily. However, as the former agency was part of the TDS scheme this commits them to returning my deposit in full within 10 days of me moving out of the property.
Familiarising oneself with the nuances of rental agreements is fine, but I'd rather have to do it out of choice and not necessity. These arseholes are being completely unprofessional in dealing with me and I really do not want to have to go the legal route because I do not have the time to do this.
I live in hope that a satisfactory solution will present itself within 10 days.
Thursday, 15 October 2009
Escape From The Shagpad
It is done.
Not fully done, but a sort of done in a half baked sense of the word. I've moved out of The Horrid (but spacious and awesome-kitchen-ed) Shagpad and into a new place. Sure the kitchen isn't as good as before and there could be a bit more storage for my various utensils but the place is nice and it is somewhere I can actually live in without The Twat trying to poke his nose in every single thing I do.
Things are still not over though. E-mails from The Twat keep popping up in my work inbox like fruit flies from that time I left a banana in my tennis bag for two weeks without noticing in Sri Lanka. Except the e-mails are more frequent, more annoying and smell a lot more like bullshit than rotting fruit. The Twat is trying to get me to pay half the agency fee for having a new tenancy agreement drawn up for the poor sod who took my place. He also e-mailed me today asking for a baking tray and a frying pan back. Funny that seeing as they're both mine. The frying pan I can understand him trying to con me out of. It cost me close to a hundred pounds and is probably the best name in day to day cookware, not that The Twat would know seeing as he is barely capable of burning bacon. The baking tray is a 99p affair I bought from Asda when I lived in Bristol so it's hilarious The Twat can be so small minded to ask for it back. The letting agents have also not refunded me my deposit yet, but this is par for the course with them I believe.
In addition to this The Twat has sent an e-mail to the letting agency copying me in stating that I've not paid my rent, left rubbish bags that needed to be cleared and didn't move out until the day after it was agreed I would move out. Odd. I've paid the rent already, I left a bag of rubbish in the bin where rubbish usually goes and a bag of clothes for the NSPCC to collect like I usually did when I lived in The Horrid Shagpad. I don't remember it being a problem then and I'm surprised that it is a problem now and as tempting as it was I didn't Welsh on the last of my rent.
I guess he is pettier than I thought. A petty, lying, thief.
Not fully done, but a sort of done in a half baked sense of the word. I've moved out of The Horrid (but spacious and awesome-kitchen-ed) Shagpad and into a new place. Sure the kitchen isn't as good as before and there could be a bit more storage for my various utensils but the place is nice and it is somewhere I can actually live in without The Twat trying to poke his nose in every single thing I do.
Things are still not over though. E-mails from The Twat keep popping up in my work inbox like fruit flies from that time I left a banana in my tennis bag for two weeks without noticing in Sri Lanka. Except the e-mails are more frequent, more annoying and smell a lot more like bullshit than rotting fruit. The Twat is trying to get me to pay half the agency fee for having a new tenancy agreement drawn up for the poor sod who took my place. He also e-mailed me today asking for a baking tray and a frying pan back. Funny that seeing as they're both mine. The frying pan I can understand him trying to con me out of. It cost me close to a hundred pounds and is probably the best name in day to day cookware, not that The Twat would know seeing as he is barely capable of burning bacon. The baking tray is a 99p affair I bought from Asda when I lived in Bristol so it's hilarious The Twat can be so small minded to ask for it back. The letting agents have also not refunded me my deposit yet, but this is par for the course with them I believe.
In addition to this The Twat has sent an e-mail to the letting agency copying me in stating that I've not paid my rent, left rubbish bags that needed to be cleared and didn't move out until the day after it was agreed I would move out. Odd. I've paid the rent already, I left a bag of rubbish in the bin where rubbish usually goes and a bag of clothes for the NSPCC to collect like I usually did when I lived in The Horrid Shagpad. I don't remember it being a problem then and I'm surprised that it is a problem now and as tempting as it was I didn't Welsh on the last of my rent.
I guess he is pettier than I thought. A petty, lying, thief.
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