tenant issues

 

The tenant in our revolting unit was supposed to move out today.  We have taken significant amounts of leave in order to do the reno on this unit.  However, to cut a long story short, he’s still in there, no doubt drinking himself into a stupor, while his stuff remains unpacked.

I’m not too concerned about this, as we’ve taken steps to sort it out.  We’ve organised a removalist to come tomorrow morning at 9:30am, and we’ll meet him there.  If he’s not packed and ready to go (or doesn’t answer the door, even) we’ll be there to ensure he has a helping hand with finishing up.  And I won’t be overly careful about helping him pack up, either.

It’s not like we’ve sprung this on him.  We gave him clear written notice in January that we wouldn’t be renewing his lease or entering into a periodic lease arrangement.  We followed this up with a reminder letter in February.  We’ve talked to him numerous times.  We’ve even arranged the fucking removalist, for fuck’s sake.  What more can we do?!

Sigh.  It’ll all be sorted out by mid-morning tomorrow.  That’s what I keep telling myself (and SO, who needed a beer to unwind). 

Our garden edging is nearly done.  The main part of the garden is all finished.  All we need to do now is a little bed along the driveway.  It may have to wait until our reno is sorted out, however.   I’d put some photos in, but I can’t be arsed at the moment.  Maybe later.