Any job dealing with the general public puts you in the firing line of negative communication – unfortunately, 90% of it is beyond daft and probably 10% has any validity which you can work with.
Here are some recent gems:
1. Prospective Tenant
Me: Why do you want to live in a room?
Tenant: I’m working for Easyjet and buying them 80 planes this month and the Government owes me £1m when I invoice them. I’m also going to buy 1000 Continue reading
So far I’ve kept quiet about all the new tax and HMO minimum requirement legislations our “Dear Leaders” are proposing to throw at landlords over the next few years – I suppose if I didn’t give it any attention, they’d see sense, it would all go away and I wouldn’t look like an idiot for commenting.
It clearly isn’t going away so I’m now going to voice my opinions in a vague attempt to stick up for myself and other landlords who have contacted me for advice over the last few months.
What next for housing benefit tenants, sorry, local housing allowance, no that’s not it, universal credit recipients?
I genuinely don’t mind how a tenant is funded providing Continue reading
Now, I’m not all that great with technology – my website needs updating, my social media presence is non existent and Facebook flabbergasts me. However, I have just discovered a fantastic link to complete eviction forms which I believe must have been developed just for me.
Ten years’ ago I unknowingly evicted a tenant illegally which brought forth the wrath of the council, their solicitors, Citizens Advice and some bloke working for a homeless charity who threatened in no uncertain terms to “sort me out”. It wasn’t a great experience especially as the tenant was found half dead and naked, I’d had to give him the kiss of life which turned out to be more of a peck of derision, AND visited him in hospital with grapes.
From then on, Continue reading
But they liked John – a lot. John has been a faithful, landlord-fearing, regular paying tenant for 10 years. He keeps himself to himself and, whilst I’ve been aware of his limitations we keep pretty much out of each other’s way. He fills his time collecting supermarket trolleys, putting out the bins and filling the garden with scary looking 3ft high gnomes. His other activities raise a few eyebrows but nothing which breaks the law.
We’ve been trying to control an outbreak of bed bugs for a few months in a room next to his, but every treatment seemed to stop working after a couple of months. After a bit of surreptitious detective work, we found the bugs’ headquarters in John’s room – in his mattress, his chair, his sofa and even his childhood teddy bear. They had stopped being discreet by only coming out at night and had gone into full on party mode as soon as they sensed a human food source nearby.
I’m not going to go into the science behind bedbugs or how to treat them as I’ve recently covered this in an article for HMO Magazine. Click on the link and the next issue is out soon.
John was devastated and genuinely had no idea he was their host. Continue reading
Ok, so being a landlord is hardly a profession which requires a degree or other formal qualifications. We’re not going to save lives with our medical expertise or improve the world with great engineering feats. However, every day, in our small world, we deal with good tenants, clever tenants, unbelievably daft tenants and downright manipulative, difficult tenants.
Being a landlord and letting agent is a 24/7 profession – you can turn the phone off or not look at your email, but your customers are human and your product can fail or leak outside of the 9-5, Monday to Friday. This blog was set up as a form of personal therapy to let off steam and encourage would be HMO landlords to think twice. Faithful to its origin, here’s a rant of the week so far: Continue reading
This post has been borne out of the numerous emails I receive from people wanting to leave the day job and invest in property – focussing on HMOs due to their higher yield. I answer every email honestly and, I hope, encouragingly but my enquirers disappear back into the virtual world and I never hear whether or not they’ve pursued their dreams.
If you’re considering writing to me for advice on ditching the 9-5 and earning enough money through HMOs to keep your family, go travelling and leave a decent nest egg for the kids, below is a typical response: Continue reading
The phone rings late one night last week. It’s Erica, sobbing hysterically down the phone in broken English that her new husband, Harry, had been taken into custody and she didn’t know what to do.
Harry and Erica married last month; she’s Polish in her late thirties and he’s Indian in his mid twenties. She swears to me it’s mad, impulsive, passionate love and he just smiles and nods in agreement. They’re hard working, quiet, pleasant and an asset to the house and, quite frankly, anyone who can put up with binge drinking Tom and not moan to me about it, becomes a star tenant.
The story goes that Harry and two friends had been walking down the street that night. On spotting a police car, they pulled their hoodies over their heads and dashed into Ladbrokes. The police watched as the men wandered Continue reading