Just about 2 years ago, I found myself in the uncomfortable position of having to find a place to rent in this fair city. An affordable (read: single income) place that was big enough for an adult, a child, a lot of theatre stuff, and three cats. In a city with a vacancy rate in the single digits.
I was lucky - kind of. I did find that place. It wasn't the prettiest, or in the best neighbourhood, but it was within budget, allowed cats, and I thought: Hey, this is meant to be!
Then came the landlady.
This blog is about the torments and tribulations of living over the person who holds the reins of your household existence. The person who can, with a single stroke of the pen, have you living on the street within 30 days.
And, seriously, I couldn't make this s**t up.
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