Pretty mild horrors compared to some here but horrendous at the time.
We sold our property to developers when I was 13, neighbours not happy, a move abroad didn't happen, we found our house with not much notice. Emotions running high already. We realised the day we moved that we'd bought off mr & mrs bodger. I tried to have a shower in my ensuite- it didn't work, the cat came in wearing the cat-flap that had collapsed on her, we found a weeks worth of slimy veg trapped in the dirty dishwasher, we tried to close curtains they'd left which collapsed because they were held in place with paper clips, there were random mothballs everywhere and when my mum went for a bath to try & calm down, the taps fell off on her. I then came in holding my loo seat, which cracked off when I sat on it and we both cried our eyes out!
I loved the first flat I rented but we couldn't stay after the LL put the rent up. I moved across the road to somewhere nowhere near as nice. Self moved box by box across by shanks pony & my parents came to help. Dad had his hands full and was going carefully, crossing the road on the crossing, which had been green for peds and was almost at the other side when someone whizzed round the corner of the otherwise empty road, didn't slow at all and got to the crossing just as the vehicle light went green and decided they didn't want to wait five seconds for the pedestrian to get out the way. There was no queue behind her, either, no traffic pressure. Dad picked up his pace and shouted to mum to get away from the edge of the kerb so he could get up on it, mum didn't click the situation quick enough, dad fell over his own scurrying feet and landed horribly- mercifully up the pavement. He'd also been carrying all my toiletries, which went flying and some very kind people picked him up and helped him gather my tampons. The lady who tried to mow him down just put her foot down and drove off. I drive round that corner often, everyone always slows down and stops and gives pedestrians time to clear the crossing. She was a bitch. I watched the entire thing from the middle of the road traffic island.
Moving out of my last rental. Was buying and I'd arranged to go home for a month in case of drama (mercifully there wasn't any after my last two attempts to buy hit the skids last min). House developed a mould problem in the wet autumn & winter last year. LL knew this was a problem - he'd begged us to leave the huge - big enough for someone to get in through, hard to close windows open all day whilst we both worked out the house and refused all our pleas for good humidifiers after we pointed out the massive security risk and the damage we'd both sustained to our bodies trying to open and close them as often as possible. We were giving notice anyway so didn't want to spend, plus it was his property. It was bad. Posessions moulded and I got bacterial tonsillitis off mould in my pillows. Still no humidifiers. We did regular mould scrub treatments and I went home for 9 days about 2 weeks before move out to mind my dad (he's old) whilst mum was away. Treated my rooms before I left, came back for last week or so to pack and came back to utter mould explosion. Walls looked like they had measles, I had a canvas wardrobe and one side of it was sodden. Moved almost all my clothes and shoes out immediately, loaded my car & took everything to my mum who managed to salvage almost all of my stuff but did get a chest infection. LL still refused to acknowledge problem or pay for damage he felt we had caused by "improper ventilation" .
I fell out with the fat scum bag EA after I dumped about five mould-wrecker Longchamps totes on his desk, told him how dare he think I'd do this to my own things, and that I expected money back to cover like for like replacements of ALL damaged goods and he'd better hope my Hermes silks and my bed frame weren't affected. Eventually the EA suggested that both parties should just agree to move forward since if we claimed, the LL would move against us to pay for damage to his property that they suddenly decided had been caused by my housemates tumble dryer. There was no mould around or above the dryer, we opened a window as often as possible when we used it and - as we pointed out in our reply, various tumbles (the one there at the time was 6 months old) had been there 4 years with no drama. Until the wet wet winter. We also had a builders opinon that the problem was a build issue.
We agreed to "settle" and somehow got our entire deposit back, despite us refusing to fork out for a professional clean, doing it ourselves and presenting a fake receipt I'd knocked up.