So I moved into a new place two months ago and things were looking rosy for Rampage's New Life As A Responsible Independent Individual.

Little did I realised how damn stressful the whole thing is, and mostly because my landlord seems to be the shadiest epitome of shadiness that you could possibly imagine.

Evidence #1: A week after moving in, the heating for the entire building went off for a full day and night. They turned their phones off and didn't respond to any messages, leaving everyone in the building angrily shivering until the heat clunked back into action the next day.

Evidence #2: On Friday, a big hole appeared in my roof, and, being the rooftop apartment, shipped rather a lot of water in on top of my lodger that I had to take in since I can't afford the rent. Rang angrily, left an angry message, no response. Decided to spend the weekend drunk in order to forget about it and other woes.

Evidence #3: A couple of minutes ago, I called again, expecting to deal out some punishment (provided 1. they answer the phone and 2. I don't stutter and stammer as arguing in German is a rather stressful experience). They actually picked up the phone, but only to inform me that the whole building has been sold and they are not my landlords any more.

Shady? Yes. Exactly what I don't need at the moment? Most definitely.

It all adds up to me looking forward to my newly brought-forward flight home to Ireland. Let the place bloody flood while I'm away. Then I can go back to being irresponsible and reckless, much less stressful.