YANBU, OP and I hope the whole village gets to hear what she's like.
DP was renting for a few years before we started living together. His LL used to go in tenants' flats while they were out, snoop through their post and then gossip to other tenants. We know this because we were among those he gossipped to, eg how another tenant had MH issues and LL had seen appt letters from his psychiatrist, and another had been made redundant and got over £20k redundancy pay. He evicted one tenant because she was a solicitor and he didn't like solicitors (wonder why? lol), and another because she had a black boyfriend and he didn't want "that sort" living there. He let himself in when I was in the bath one day, and then apologised, not to me, but to DP.
He was proper slack about maintenance, too. DP's flat was on the top floor of the house, up in the eaves. He nearly didn't take it because there were pigeons roosting and shitting everywhere, but LL assured him he was "getting it sorted". Four years later, despite being told he was "sorting it" nothing had been done. You couldn't have the windows open because the birds got in and shat everywhere and it was baking in the summer. He also refused to do anything about a massive wasp nest and one evening the flat was so full of them we had to go out. I was stung loads of times and developed a wasp sting allergy.
His solution to damp on the communal landing, coming from DP's shower, was to remove the shower. There was a bath as well, but then the mixer tap seized and you had to run a bath by holding the shower head until the bath was full. When the washing machine packed up, he gave DP the keys to an empty flat and told him to use the one in there, then conveniently "forgot" he needed to replace DP's washing machine when the empty flat was let. His solution to the oven packing up was to buy one of those halogen ovens that sits on a worktop.
He accused me of bringing my dogs to the flat, simply because I had a dog cage in the back of my car. He insisted that I park on the street, despite the long drive and parking area had room for at least another 10 cars.
He wouldn't let tenants change energy suppliers, and somehow all the gas meters were linked to the wrong flats, which meant that DP had been massively overpaying. When we realised and got it sorted, he went ballistic and said DP had no right to do it. DP changed energy suppliers anyway, just to teach the bastard a lesson.
He'd bought this massive Edwardian house for £42k in the 1960s and converted it into 13 flats. He built a big 4-bed house for himself and a 3-bed house for his son in the grounds, and a block of 5 flats that he rented out. He insisted on collecting rent in cash and you had no privacy because the fucker was always on the premises. The rents ranged between £750 and £1,300 a month, and this was 10 years ago. He must have been so loaded.
When my divorce was close to being sorted and my ex's move out was imminent, we contacted English Heritage and suggested the building was listed, and it now is. He was, by all accounts, absolutely livid!