Today was rent payday, and my landlord emailed me yesterday to say he'd be round about 2.00 pm . When he hadn't arrived by 4.30, thus ruining the potential of an afternoon's razzle down the centre, I decided to give him a bell. Oh, sorry mate, I'll be around in an hour or so. Well, I'll just leave the money on the kitchen table then. Okey dokey. When I got home later imagine my surprise and joy, near orgasmic, that the man had finally repaired the lighting in the bedroom, which has been non-functional for 7 months. I think that is probably my Xmas present! I've never quite understood the high cost of rental property, considering that in some ways you are doing the owner a favour by keeping the place lived-in and not delapidated. I have yet to meet a top class landlord ( outside of pubs, of course)....maybe someone has, although horror stories would be much more instructive!