I didn't buy the house but rented it off a 'friend' (who turned out to be the biggest wanker on the planet)
I'd agreed for a reduced rent,he didn't have to clean it,I would (I was a skint single mum and every penny counted)
Students had been there before us-that should have been my first red flag
They'd smashed a window (that he refused to replace) glass still all over the floor and the window still boarded up
Dog shit,traffic cones,wet floor signs,a set of mini traffic lights,used condoms,the limescale in the loo was so bad it refused to flush and piles of vomit everywhere
The carpets where at least 30 years old and stank (he told me I had to replace them)
A smell of damp
Dodgy electrics (he told me this was my fault for being too fat-i didnt get that either)
A kitchen that was falling apart
The front door lock was glued together with tippex
No heating-the system was broken
I'd seen the house about 4 months earlier (when I'd agreed to move) and it just needed a good clean so this was a bit of a shock
I contacted the council about him not doing gas checks ('it's your responsibility!') and they came out
I'll never forget the look on the council blokes face-the house had most of the repairs done within 2 months (to a lot of moaning,guilt tripping and 'you should be paying for this')
He dropped down dead on a hockey pitch a few years later and his son took over (who was a tiny bit better but only because I got a beefy male friend to 'have a word')
I met dp,we moved in together and I finally left that shit heap behind
The house we moved to was immaculate (bar one grain of rice in the larder) and the only thing she'd taken that she shouldnt where the loft ladders
We just left it-something had got lost in the translation and we replaced them for £100