Anyway, one of the ways they are wonderful is that all houses are inspected regularly so they can plan maintenance and improvements. Personally I think my house is fantastic anyway: occasionally I have minor niggles but when I complain everything gets sorted.
But yesterday was The Inspection. It happens about every five years. I don't have to do anything other than make sure the surveyor can access everywhere he wants to access. And I make him a cup of tea. And feel slightly embarrassed as Annie-the-home-enhancer hasn't been since before Christmas.
For me one of the joys of getting older has been that the world actually feels less critical – or maybe I no longer care so much! Even when my house is inspected I can’t get terribly worried about it.
Glad to know that you have a good landlord who maintains the property for you. Catriona
ReplyDeleteI feel very lucky.
DeleteInspections are good as they catch things that could go wrong very quickly.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
I hope so!
DeleteSounds like you have a very good landlord. I had to have my house inspected, last year, for insurance renewal purposes and it did stress me a bit, but, it went well and my insurance was renewed.
ReplyDeleteGlad all went well for you.
DeleteYour landlord has a very good heart, I love how they rent to only retired clergy. As I age I note what you did, I care quite a bit less about what the world/other people think about me. I realized people spend a lot less time thinking about me than I had imagined, which is good.
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