I did balk initially when I saw the long document Adrian from the Guild of Residential Landlords had sent. It consisted of pages of legal jargon, but on closer scrutiny, it seemed to make sense and Adrian explained what it meant over the ‘phone. In essence, there were two reasons why the judge would not be able to grant Maria the ‘stay’ she had requested:
1. She could not prove ‘exceptional hardship,’ as neither she nor her partner had fallen on hard times or lost their jobs.
2. If they had been able to prove this hardship, the judge would have only been able to award an additional six weeks to them, dated from the original hearing (on the 15th of October) and more than six weeks had already elapsed, as it was the 1st of December (a Tuesday).
The next day my Adrian went to the court for 10am, carrying three copies of this document; one for him, one for the judge and one for ‘Mrs Smith’. This time, she turned up with a friend. Adrian handed the judge the witness statement, he read it and then spoke kindly to Maria.
‘I’m very sorry, Mrs Smith, but there’s nothing I can do. I can see from this document that Mr Lynch knows his rights and the law and I’m afraid the bailiff will be able to go ahead with the eviction today as planned.’
It was clear that if Adrian hadn’t been there the judge would not have advocated on our behalf and told Maria this point of law, but would simply have found in her favour. Adrian left the court, infinitely relieved and drove home prior to us going to make sure the bailiff got her out. On the way, we spotted her at the bus-stop opposite Iceland, also en route to her eviction.
At 12pm the bailiff knocked and we all went in. She was standing there with a can of beer in one hand and a fag in the other. Looking around, it became clear she’d had some inkling she might be going that day as the beds and wardrobes were gone. A couple of ‘friends’ were there to help her. She had mentioned she had a removal van coming; instead one of the blokes had a Fiesta and seemed to be putting things in it, driving 200 metres up the road and taking the stuff into a house. I was like a coiled spring, just waiting for someone to look at me the wrong way. She’d caused us so much work, stress and trouble over the previous six months and owed us so much money that I just wanted this whole chapter of our lives to be over.
When she had moved in the previous year, she’d asked if she could put down a laminate floor. We’d said she could if she left it down when she vacated as the lounge carpet had been perfectly okay. As she made one of her little trips out of the front door during the eviction, I noticed she was carrying some planks of what looked like laminate flooring.
‘Adrian’, I said, ‘look, she’s taking the flooring’.
‘Uh, excuse me’, she said, ‘but this is my property’.
‘Don’t “excuse me,”’ I said, a couple of inches from her face. It turned out they were some spare planks of laminate and she hadn’t taken up the flooring, but I wasn’t going to let her get on her high horse after all she’d done.
I then thought I’d wind up one of her male helpers as well. I took a couple of photos of him carrying things across the road and putting them in his Fiesta.
‘Like your removal van’, I called over to him. He turned towards me and came steaming across the road. As I went to get back in my car he grabbed at me and held the car door open, nearly knocking the camera out of my hands as he lunged for it.
‘Going to hit me, are you?’ I taunted. I figured he was probably on every benefit under the sun and would be worried at me collecting evidence of him showing his ability to work.
Adrian, being soft, was even persuaded to let 'fat girl,' as we called her, have a few more days to get all of her stuff out - I never would have agreed to it; I would have said I’d get all the stuff chucked on the pavement if she hadn’t got it all out by 4pm. This entailed him going up every day and letting her into the house and then going later and locking up with the new keys. It was risky as he left her unsupervised now and then and she could have changed the locks and been back in again.
The extra time also allowed her to do more damage, including tearing a large strip of wallpaper off the lounge wall. On the morning of the eviction, this wall had been fine; she then ripped it off and we initially thought this would necessitate re-papering the entire room. In fact, we found a spare roll of the paper in a cupboard and it took the handyman less than an hour to hang it over the ripped section, so her plan didn’t work. By the end of the Thursday, all her belongings were gone apart from loads of dog poo in the back yard which she had promised Adrian she would clean up. I really object to cleaning up someone else’s dog’s faeces. It was utterly disgusting, but Adrian, being the trooper, got on with it.
One evening, around this time, I was watching a ‘true stories’ film, as you do. An American actor called Brian Dennehy was playing a serial rapist and murderer of young men in Illinois. Rather disturbingly, he reminded me of me. He had a real anger in him, which as he was coming closer to being caught by the police, started to spill over into a real fury. Sometimes I’d get so infuriated that it was hard to control the emotions.
And it took a long time before I could get her out of my system. My hatred for her almost turned into an obsession and I would look out for her at the bus-stop opposite Iceland every time I passed it – which was every day – in case she was there. Adrian was the same. We would look out for her fat, ugly face, with its complexion red from the booze, and the straggly pony tail and I would want to smack her one, although I think I’d have come off worse, because she was twice the size of me, in girth at any rate. Of course by now we had found out that she was an all-round nasty piece of work, according to the locals. The problem was that she had got away with owing us a fortune and we believed that we would now never get it off her.
For anyone interested in hearing the whole story and many other stories about my life as a landlord, my ebook is available: 'Landlord Blues: Dealing with Tenants from Hell. The link is: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00BJO2TU0
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