I discovered today that the block of flats I rent in is up for sale, by way of that most subtle of indicators, a "For Sale" sign nailed onto the front garden wall. The damn landlady must have been planning this for a while, as I seem to recall a month or two back spotting a suspiciously real-estate-agent-like person creeping about with a camera. I didn’t think much of it at the time.
So, what could this mean? Well if I’m lucky, someone will buy the block and keep things going the way they are – no huge rent increase, no kicking people out to do major renovation or demolition – but maybe with a tad more reliability when it comes to arranging ongoing repairs and things. There’s certainly a list of long-neglected items which I could point out to the new owners.
On the other hand if I’m unlucky, it will involve developers with plans to knock the whole place down, or do major renovations. Both have a habit of happening in this next of the woods. And either would involve me moving out, which would screw up my plan immensely. My plan (ever since Idiscovered in 2000 how much of a pain in the arse moving is) was not to move until I was ready to buy a place of my own, which I was envisaging would be towards the end of this year.
I suppose I’ll just have to see what happens. And in the meanwhile, I’d better stop mucking about with this diary and do some more real work to get some more moula into my house savings fund!