As at early afternoon
Reports are being ‘phoned in by The Other Half.
Photographs haven’t come through yet, but I am told that the lounge was factory central with a hole having been punched into the ceiling for the ducting. The plants – around 40 or so – had been removed by the police during last night’s raid, but the pots left behind.
So much for a nice relaxing Bank Holiday weekend.
Getting back into work mode first thing this morning, The Other Half turned on his mobile phone to a message from the owner of a property on which we have a lease option. It was not good news. She had by chance gone past the house yesterday, found the door smashed in, and entered to find the place trashed. The words “cannabis factory” were uttered.
Forgive me folks, while I tinker around with the layout and appearance of the blog. I have been remiss of posts of late, and when I sat myself down to ask myself why was that, my squirming subconscious informed me that there were a few technical issues and challenges, which my lazy conscious has been avoiding.
One of the great things about being involved with property is that you don’t get so much of that Monday Morning feeling. Which, of course, is good. More than good, in fact.
However, this week got off to a more, shall we say, challenging start. The Other Half manages all of our local rental properties (ie, the ones within a 20 mile radius), and first thing this morning he was met with a text from one tenant saying that he … ‘couldn’t pay the rent this month so that’s okay isn’t it?’
A change of scene. Every now and again we get a chance to go beyond the confines of our home office (or the dining room table in my case) to explore the world of property elsewhere, even if it is only a few miles down the road.