So, the husband and I have always had it on our “bucket list” to become landlords at some point. We had some pretty rubbish/neglectful landlords when we rented, and although we couldn’t afford anything fancy, we thought that maybe we could have somewhere nice for someone to live, if they knew we would care for it as well as we could, and fix anything that goes wrong.
With Brexit looming, and horror stories of tenants from hell it could all go horribly wrong, but fingers crossed, it could be a good adventure!
We’ve had it two weeks today, and now it’s being advertised, although it’s not ready to go yet, but we’ve done everything visible in photos! Frustratingly, you can’ see how awful it was before, as it had some really awful paint jobs, and the bathroom reeked of cat piss. It makes me sad that someone would have a cat in a tiny second story flat.
Before
Little kitchen-it only had room for a 3kg washer, and the dark paint is a bit grim
You don’t have a lime green radiator in your bathroom?
There was two layers of carpet in the bedroom. No underlay, no grips…
After (ish)
Luckily the flat has large windows so it’s pretty bright
A lick of paint, new flooring, and a rejig of the cupboards allowed room for a full washing machine
A very thorough clean, new flooring, paint and new shower curtain etc have revitalised the bathroom – I still need to reseal the bath though, it was like this…
And that’s over half cleaned up! I spent hours in that tub! It’s actually a full size bath, the room is “L” shaped, taking up the  space missing from the right of the kitchen
And the bedroom has a new carpet, with underlay, and not even the £2.99 stuff! It’s all freshly painted, with new curtains and pole. We’re still working on fixing the trillion layers of cracked paint on the window sill.
Today is only the second day in two weeks we’ve not been there, and I’m so proud of what we’ve done in the time. We even had an unexpected hour long search for our water meter, which was ultimately found (mislabeled) under about 6″ of gravel.
And then there was the time that I thought I could stand on the loo seat to cut in round the bathroom ceiling, and ended up with my foot in the toilet bowl, lucky to still have my foot intact.
So yah, it’s been really glamorous