Oh god... here we go. First I call the landlord to fix the two backdoors, which didn't open and shut properly. I'm told there's a problem with one of them, so they're getting someone into look at it. It turns out, that person is a surveyor taking measurements because the people upstairs are talking about buying the lease, so they'd own the whole house. So I might be moving - again. Now, the estate agents are being useless. They initially gave me no bank details to send rent to. Then, they gave me the landlords details. I've paid my rent, but apparently that's not quite right because the agent wants their cut of it, but they can't give me a straight answer because they're so disorganised.
If it's not one thing, it's another. On a happier note, it's nice and sunny, so I'm going to plonk myself in the back garden for a bit.