The landlord just popped by whenever she felt like it. No notice, no heads-up. Just rocked up.
I ended up doing heaps of repairs myself. She knew about it, but barely organised a thing. Honestly, it was a joke.
There were massive rats in the walls and ceiling, and they were always in the courtyard too. The wooden ceiling in the downstairs bathroom actually started smelling rotten, and maggots would drop from the cracks. Actual maggots.
No matter what I did. Sprays, traps, everything, cockroaches were always around. Big ones.
To top it off, the place was absolutely filthy when I moved in. Didn’t even try to clean.



