As I was making my breakfast this morning Jayne came into the kitchen and said we had no hot water or heat. Brilliant. I had a look at the boiler and did what they’d done last time it did this but nothing happened, so I said I’d ring the landlord when I got to work. No shower for me this morning. I’m ok. I’ll pass.
Just called the landlord and, miracles, he answered the phone. I told him the problem and he said ‘I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m not your landlord any more.’ WHAT? Oh no, they completed sale of the property on 20th December. Nice to be informed of that, huh? Phillips Estates are our contact now, and they should have been in touch. I kind of also think it would have been nice if he had told us himself, but I am not overly surprised, they didn’t tell us they were selling the place to begin with.
Called Phillips, told them about boiler, someone will see to it. And also about this. ‘Oh. You should have had a letter.’ ‘We haven’t had a letter.’ ‘Oh’ Come on people! You run a f-ing business! Make sure you have been in touch with who you need to be! At this moment, my rent is still scheduled to come out and go to my old landlord. Obviously I need to stop that and find out who should be getting my money. Also, they have our deposits now. This is something that should be discussed. What about contracts? Who is our landlord? Are we going to be able to stay? It’s called communication!
Jesus. You’d think I’d be used to this by now, but my mind is still boggled.
