More rental stories…less pleasant than mine!

Pete’s sister Lynne has a beautiful, glorious house.  Architect designed, right on a lovely beach, full of mod cons, comfort, simplicity, luxury, sunlight.  She doesn’t live there, yet, because she still needs to live in her house in the Midlands, but it is her plan to retire there in the next few years. 

Lynne is very hardworking, and very experienced when it comes to rental properties.  She has quite a few gorgeous colonial cottages and has nearly always had successful relationships with short-term renters.  (In fact I think she was the first colonial B & B operator in the state?*)

(I can recall, just dimly, one less than happy landlady/renterlady time… A few years ago Lynne very kindly rented out one of her country cottages, at a cheaper rate, to a woman who was in dire straits after her own house had burned down.  She not only let her stay for not much money, she also lent her a whole lot of her own very nice clothes.  Which she didn’t get back!!  I think she also complained that she didn’t really like them… Oh the ingratitude!)

Worse than this is her most recent short-term rental experience.  Her beautiful beach house was rented out to a party of young artistes for six weeks.  Lynne went all out to make it as convenient as possible for them, and made more beds available by converting her garage into a luxurious little sleep-out. 

When they left she found a state of absolute chaos.  They had done a lot of serious damage.  The shower rose had been pulled off the wall; the dining table (soon to be known as the dinning table…) had two big deep burn marks from hot pans, the septic tank pump system was burned out, the (new) dishwasher was broken, there were only two glasses left out of a set of twelve…the list went on and on.  She contacted the daintiest little chickybabe of the group, who wrote airily, saying, Yes, I burned your table.  I got silly in the dinning room.  And the dishwasher broke all of your glasses. 

She is still waiting for reparation…

I sent this to Lynne for editing and received this… (I don’t like to write about anyone without their permission, and wasn’t sure if she wanted this to go in with her real name or a pseudonym.)

No that is fine. Just a few minor amendments.....

* I was actually the first B & B operator in the nation!!!!!  Big boast! 

The story about the lady at Oatlands and the clothes was almost right but she actually told me I had given her some dresses without matching shoes and could she have the shoes!!!!! 

And finally the guests did not break the washing up machine, but did admit to filling it with glasses only and every single glass was broken!!!!  And I have received some money towards the table and 5 of the 7 have agreed to pay something of a divided bill but the 2 boys who also admitted to breaking the shower have absolutely refused to pay anything.