Oh god EVERYTHING
The tumble drier that lives in the side porch because we never got round to plumbing it in (so to speak) so it vented out the back door, bust by DS and his autistic tumble drier fixation. That was about 3 months ago.
The fridge that does still keep things cool but now ALL the door pockets/shelves have broken off so we have a row of teetering milk and juice bottles lined up against the salad drawer, which have to be removed each time you want a carrot. That's been months too.
The kitchen floor tiles are crazed and one or two have missing chunks. Every so often I use some spare grout (I make mosaics, sadly not with kitchen floor tiles) to fix the wobbly bits but it never lasts long.
One of the kitchen cupboard doors lost a panel years ago - handy really, you just reach right in for what you want rather than going to the bother of opening the door and at least half the crappy knobs have fallen off, necessitating opening the adjacent drawer or door in order to get into the one you want to. 11 years we've lived here.
The radiator has some sort of loose metal surround that DS likes to clang while he's having his tea. I don't know why the radiator has this metal grille thing anyway, none of the others do. Oh maybe because it's in the (possibly illegal) extension. This is a shitey house.
DS (yes him again) has picked some loose or crumbly plaster away from around his windowsill and now there's actual exposed brick. In his bedroom. Sometimes I think this will somehow get reported to social services.
the toilet seat in our en suite is the cheapest crappiest one imaginable - I think it came with the loo that was installed a few years back when we had a new suite put in and I would imagine the understanding was that the customer would replace the flimsy plastic seat and lid ASAP with something nicer. We didn't. Lid is now broken.
When we moved in there was a surfeit of those horrible vertical blinds made of stiff scratchy fabric that I always associate with dentist surgeries. I hated them so much I just went out to John Lewis in a panic and bought armfuls of ready-made curtains that looked like they might fit. They didn't and I turned up the bottoms with dozens of safety pins. They're still there, some of them have rusted in. One of the curtains was never fitted, can't remember why, it's still under the stairs.
There's more, I'm sure. God this is a depressing thread!
But sort of cathartic.