Living with a Sitting/Protected Tenant - HELP!!

bluenoseneil

cattie wrote: »

Agree 100% with this. I couldn't believe somebody would call the police out because of a doorbell being rung at an unsocialable hour. If the bell is being rung, you know it is for a short period & will cease as soon as the neighbour opens the door. I'm sure the police have proper crimes to attend to rather than the ringing of doorbells in the early hours of the morning.

I should probably clarify that this is the sixth time this has happened in 18 months and it's always between 2.30-4am. The guy repeatedly rings the doorbell for between 5 and 15 mins and then she opens her upstairs window to talk to him. She doesn't go downstairs and let him in, tell him to go away or call the police herself.

We share an entrance hall and as such when her bell rings we can hear it all too clearly. It's classed as a nuisance call, it's a totally unsociable hour and we are well within our rights to contact the police.

qwert_yuiop

Gingernutty wrote: »

She verbally abused you within earshot of the Police and they didn't do anything to help you?

Leave. It'll be easier all around. And tell the landlord why.

When I was 5 years old in 1973, my Dad bought a 'fixer upper' with a sitting tenant in place. She was a lodger, who had three rooms to herself and shared access to the upstairs bathroom and toilet.

She was already a pensioner with major health issues (a colostomy bag was part of the package) and it was thought she didn't have too long to live.

Her rent was £15 a week. Every time my family applied to the Rent Officer at the local authority, there was weeks of form filling, inspections, bad blood between us and her and pitiful rises.

When she left her rent was £25 per week. She was only moved to a home 33 years later.

The landlord is probably tearing his hair out as well - her rent is controlled and is probably at a rate much lower than the standard commercial rate.

The landlord's hands are tied, he can't get rid of her until she becomes so feeble that she's a danger to herself, the property and the people around her.

The little old lady we had became blind, senile and was prone to collapsing due to rampant Type II diabetes - Social Services set about disconnecting the gas supply to her quarters and getting her meals on wheels.

We had carers 3 times a day, 2 meals on wheels visits, the district nurse once a day and, once a week, a special medical visit to assess her week to week.

All calling at the front door and all trailing back and forth through the house.

She only left when she was found collapsed too many times. Even then, Dad called the ambulance numerous times before she left for good.

Her quarters were rank, with moths and other vermin, she rarely washed and there was nothing that wasn't stained with faeces.

Yummy.

These sitting tenants are increasingly rare, but, of course, that's no use to you.

You need to complain, repeatedly to the landlord and start looking to move.

Sorry. you have my sympathy.

A builder I know in London bought a building with a tenant in the ground floor flat since 1963. He left the taps on in the upstairs flat on purpose, flooding the ground floor. He apologised, gave the tenant some money to move out for a while, then changed the locks. Success. Unlike you, he did have the law of gravity on his side, however, if not the law of the land.

Gingernutty

qwert_yuiop wrote: »

A builder I know in London bought a building with a tenant in the ground floor flat since 1963. He left the taps on in the upstairs flat on purpose, flooding the ground floor. He apologised, gave the tenant some money to move out for a while, then changed the locks. Success. Unlike you, he did have the law of gravity on his side, however, if not the law of the land.

*sigh* if only. She lived on the first floor........

However, the elderly sitting tenant in the flat Dad bought decades later was initially thrilled to have a landlord who wanted to do up the flat to make it habitable.

However, her asthma, the incredibly dusty building work and Dad's filthy pipe (St Bruno) meant she was happy to leave for a nursing home pretty much as soon as Dad started.