The accidental landlord
Victoria Whitlock gets soaked waiting for the gas man. He doesn't turn up, nor does the new bed.
26 February 2016
Regular readers of this column will know that I'm not exactly a fan of letting agents. In fact, it's fair to say I've given them a pretty hard time (I might even have called them some nasty names), but I wished this week that my rentals made enough profit to pay an agent to manage the damn things for me.
