Years ago I was house hunting and went to a viewing. I turned up a couple of minutes early and knocked on the door. An unfriendly, snooty woman answered and immediately started to rant about the fact that the estate agent should have been there and said she'd have to show me around herself. Five minutes later the young estate agent (about 21 years old) turned up and apologised profusely and said that the people at his previous viewing had been very late. I didn't mind at all as it clearly wasn't his fault but she started ranting at him about how useless him and his company was and I noticed that throughout the viewing he was shaking.
We ended up buying the house but she was highly unpleasant throughout the process and things were delayed slightly as we were having issues with our lender being extra stringent due to us both being self employed. I contacted her to apologise for the delay and I said "you know how it is with all the paperwork needed for getting a mortgage these days" and she replied with a very patronising "I wouldn't know - we've never had a mortgage".
We were also buying some furniture from them and she hounded me to transfer the money the instant we'd agreed it saying she had to have the money immediately.
Then on the day we moved in we found the house was filthy and she'd left cupboards full of dirty bedding and both sheds full of old junk like broken plant pots, tins of old paint, rusty tools, ancient lawnmowers and cracked panes of glass. I emailed her very politely asking if they'd like to come and remove it but she ignored my messages and we ended up having to pay for two skips and spent days cleaning.
She had insisted that any post that arrived for them should be dropped at the local pub where her son would collect it and forward it to her as she refused to give me any forwarding address.
Within a few days of moving in bailiffs started turning up who were generally large, intimidating and unpleasant (until I showed them ID to prove I wasn't her) and as we had young children at the time (who would always follow me to the door) it was pretty scary. I had to tell the bailiffs I didn't have any forwarding address for them as it turned out they'd owned a business and left a lot of big debts.
I spoke to a couple of neighbours who confirmed that she was a very unpleasant individual who none of them had kept in touch with so couldn't help with a forwarding address,
A few months later I was talking to someone in a pub who knew the previous owners and was still vaguely in touch with the nasty woman's husband. He let slip enough information about where they'd moved to (and what their new business venture was) that with some determined googling I turned up their new address.
From then on, every time a bailiff turned up I was able to very helpfully hand over comprehensive details of their new home, business address and phone number in another part of the country. Also I was no longer able to take their post to the local pub as unfortunately it all fell in the fire.......