Evicted twice in two days

by Suw on January 11, 2006

So I moved up to London last year, at the end of September, into a two bedroom flat with someone I met earlier in the year. Then, sadly, at the beginning of December the boiler spewed it's guts, and I've been living with T'Other ever since. I've offered to pay bills and such, but that offer's been rejected by T'Other's live-in landlord.
Got a message from my landlady yesterday saying that the boiler would finally be fixed by the end of this week, but could I please move out by 6 Feb. OK, thinks I. Not a surprise, but if things get dicey I have a place to stay.
Tonight, T'Other gets a phone call from his landlord, who basically throws a fit and demands that I be gone. T'Other requests that we be given til the weekend at least. All gets rather uncomfortable. T'Other is none too chuffed.
So, Saturday I go back to the flat, but then I have three weeks to find somewhere new to live. There is currently one possibility, which may or may not come together, but even if it does it'll be temporary.
I can't express how fed up I am with being pushed from pillar to post. When I moved up to London, I had a feeling that the place I was moving to would be temporary. I wasn't really prepared for this though.
I just want a place I can live in for more than just a few months. A place where T'Other is welcome. A place I can put my own things out and not feel like I'm always invading someone else's space, ruining their life by the fact that I'm still breathing. I want a place where I don't feel bad if I leave the dishes til the morning, where the shower isn't freezing fucking cold, where no one keeps me awake til 1.30am with their noise and ranting and selfishness.
I knew I shouldn't have brought more than just clothes with me to London.
UPDATE: I think I have a plan. All will be well. More news when things are confirmed.

Anonymous January 12, 2006 at 3:00 am

I too, have been dealing with one thing after another, Suw. In my case it is not flats gone flat, but business transactions gone truculent.
Yet I am being successful in seeing through the apparent mud and muck to an underlying harmony and order. It is use of this deeper sense of situations that is doing the trick in my case. I can see we've turned the corner and are heading upward now, even before it becomes outwardly apparent to others.
I'm sure you will have a likable living situation soon. It is out there looking for and needing you, just as you are wanting and needing it.

Anonymous January 12, 2006 at 3:42 am

“his landlord, who basically throws a fit and demands that I be gone.”
wtf is wrong with this country? What is it to your landlord that you share a place with T'Other…? It just doesn't compute. I just don't get it. Must be cultural.

Anonymous January 14, 2006 at 10:28 am

A plan? Is it a cunning plan or just a plan? It makes all the difference you know.

Anonymous January 14, 2006 at 12:38 pm

Cunninger than a fox that's studied cunning at Cambridge.

Anonymous January 16, 2006 at 8:42 am

Well, he may have studied cunning… What grade did he get? Did he even pass? Or did he get a young vixen preggers in his second year and have to drop out, getting a job in telesales to support the young cub before the depression stemming from a cunning future spurned sends him into a spiral of drink and drugs, culminating in our tragic hero trying to act out a death wish by baiting the retired fox hunts around the country?
Because if it's the latter, sorry, it's not that cunning.

Anonymous January 16, 2006 at 11:00 pm

Yikes… that does suck! Hope the (potentially cunning) plan works out Suw. 😀

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