I’ve been looking for a lodger since November. No lodger has been forthcoming until now. But now, like number 9 buses, three come along at once.
When I first decided to look for a lodger, my initial plan was to only have women to stay with me. The thought of sharing a house with a random man seemed a bit odd. But I changed my mind, because:
- It’s mostly men who are looking for lodgings, so it seemed daft to limit my market like that
- You can check a potential lodger out – get references, find them on Facebook, etc. If you don’t like something about them, you can simply not take things any further. But you can’t do the same thing for any partner they may have. And you’re more likely to have problems with a woman’s boyfriend than with a man’s girlfriend.
- At the end of the day, I just want a civilised human being – male or female.
In the last three days, I’ve been contacted by three potential lodgers. Three!!
#1 – female. Should have met with me a couple of days ago, but cried off. Very apologetic – basically doesn’t know if she’s coming or going. The lodger market is peopled largely by one half of what used to be a relationship, so it’s not unexpected.
#2 – male. We met for coffee on Saturday. Seems very pleasant. Normal. We had a nice chat.
#3 – female. Someone emailed on her behalf, wanting to arrange a viewing. I replied with my usual reply – we need to meet before you get any personal details. Also – I would prefer to deal with the woman directly. I suspect I won’t hear any more from this one.
Well, I decided I was happy to invite #2 round to view. He came round last night.
That meant I had 24 hours to check the attic rooms and make sure they were looking the way I wanted them to look.
I keep the bed made up, everything’s tidy, and I keep the doors closed (so no resident pussy cat can get in to sleep on the bed or leave footprints in the sink). But dust settles and spiders move in regardless, so a quick waft with a duster was needed.
I also needed to get the paperwork together, in case he made a decision there and then. I needed the inventory, the house rules, the contract, the gas safety certificate. That makes it sound like a much bigger job than it really was – it was simply a case of going to my file marked ‘Lodger’ and taking out the pieces of paper marked ‘inventory’, ‘house rules’, ‘contract’ and ‘gas safety certificate’. I’m dead organised, me.
Oh, and I needed to give the rest of the house the once-over – the living room, dining room, kitchen and laundry room are shared areas, so they needed to be spick and span as well.
He arrived bang on 6:30 as arranged. I showed him up to the attic, and he seemed to genuinely like it. The bedroom is about twice the size of one he looked at recently. So that bodes well.
I made a coffee and we had a nice chat – and yes, he’s still normal. He has a couple of more places to look at, but my gaff is ‘the best yet’.
He knows that I’ll continue to advertise until I receive the deposit from him – so it’s up to him to make a decision quickly.
It’s a bit like dating! You meet for a coffee. If you get along you invite them round. If things go well, they move in…
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