I have a slippery landlord. Very slippery. Right now, with a cracked cistern in a 1 bath house and no water he is holding us hostage with the invoice to replace a poorly fitted, old and broken WC before they’ll replace and fix and turn the water back on.
For clarity, we officially have no piped water for sanitation, food prep or drinking.
We are impeccable tenants, we maintain the home, we hire window cleaners, we garden, we take in parcels for the neighbours, we pay the inflated rent on time every time. In the dictionary where it lists “Model Perfect Tenant” there is a picture of me.
The idea that somebody could hold me hostage for water is shocking and despicable. I have discovered that it takes more than 30 litres a day to wash your body and to flush and to get one drink each. 30 LITRES!
What the landlord may or may not have been ready for is water storage. We’re rationing like crazy but Mormons got the water storage thing going on a strong game.
So, who blinks first? This is about to get interesting.
5PM UPDATE: We won!!! (so far, anyway)… without continuing to make a fuss the landlord replaced the equipment and turned the water back on while we were at work. We discovered the great news upon returning home today. I could hear the office maintenance guy rolling his eyes on the phone yesterday evening (eye rolling and “whatever” attitude is so loud) but all’s well that ends well and the showers and taps are now operational. They apparently viewed my video this morning chatting about how the plumber had mentioned the cistern was not attached to the wall correctly and there was too much give and play which caused the crack and leak and were a little easier to deal with once their hostility subsided. Me to them “In the nicest possible terms, we have no sanitation, could you confirm when we will have access to sanitation please?” was apparently a reason to become terse. We won!!!