Monday, June 04, 2007

Moving...

Well...I've finally realised that, with all the will in the world, there is absolutely no point in me staying where I am. Sure, I love the house, and it makes an awesome bachelor pad, but it's nearly £600 out of my pocket every single month. That's starting to sting a little. If I'm honest, there's no way that a single bloke who doesn't drive can justify a detached, three bedroomed house with a big ass garden and a garage - it's overkill in the extreme.

So I'm moving. I applied for a place on 31st May. Rent day is 1st June. My tenancy agreement requires a full rent periods notice to move. So, if my notice arrived after my rent was paid, I'm stuck here til the end of July. That being the case, and money being tight, I took a gamble and handed in my notice to quit.

Then didn't get the other place.

Turns out, I've got two CCJs that I didn't know about. The reason I didn't know about them, is because the companies who brought them made no effort to get hold of me and let me know, despite having a forwarding address, and just issued all claims against my old address. Which I never got. Declaring yourself as having no CCJs, then them finding some, is an automatic fail - worse than not declaring any at all.

Shit.

So now I've got 4 weeks to find somewhere. I'm viewing a place on Wednesday, and another on Friday, both more than £250 a month less than I'm paying now. One of them is a company I've let from before, but I stitched them for the last months rent - I needed the money for moving, and I knew damn well the house was in better condition than when we moved in, so I was entitled to it back. That may not work in my favour, but at least they know I'm usually reliable, so if I offer a higher deposit, maybe they'll cut me some slack.

Just in case they don't, I've put a deposit on a storage room too, so at least everything I own will have a home, even if I don't! If I do get somewhere, I'm out the £20 it cost me to reserve the storage space, so no big deal.

Either way, I'm stressed! Work have been good enough to sort me some overtime, which will add an extra few hundred quid at least come the end of the month, and i'm holding on to this months rent in case I need it too. I've told the landlord he can put the place straight back on the market, and I'm happy for him to do viewings as long as I'm both forewarned and present at the time.

Love life is pretty pants. Girlsdateforfree are fucking me over - they have a subscribe by SMS thing, which I tried last week on a spare phone. Nothing came through, I wasn't subscribed, but they didn't seem to charge my phone either. No biggie - I sent a stop message, and emailed them to say not to bother. Then I updated my profile back to my main number.

Two days later, I get a subscribe text, charged at £5. I sent a STOP message and a bitchy email to them demanding a refund. No response to the STOP, and a few days later I received a second £5 charge. Today, I received a third. Tomorrow, I phone and scream at someone until they stop charging me. Then I send them a bill.