The accidental landlord
Several days later, while I was still waiting for her to fill out the forms for a credit check, she contacted me to say her guarantor wanted to see the flat before signing the paperwork. No guarantor has ever asked to see any of my properties, but it wasn’t a problem for me to show him round so I agreed to meet him that evening.
When he arrived, he strolled into the living room and indicated that I should sit on the sofa. How nice, I thought, to be invited to sit in my own flat. He sat on the chair opposite, pressed his fingertips together and nodded silently at me. I felt like I’d been hauled before a headmaster but didn’t know what I’d done wrong. Breaking the awkward silence, he told me that the flat was lovely, the couple would make excellent tenants, but they couldn’t afford the rent. He more or less instructed me to knock another £100 a month off the price.
I forced a smile, told him I had already agreed the rent with the tenants but if it was still too high, they should find somewhere else. “Fine,