“Hello Mr Garazy, I need you keys for flat.”
“Hi Mr Chan, what do you mean?”
“I need you keys so I can get in you flat.”
“Why do you need to get into my flat?”
“I want me looky round you flat.”
“Why?”
“Just want looky round.”
“There must be a reason.”
“Just give me key I check.”
“Check what?”
“JUST GIVE ME KEY.”
“I’m not very comfortable with letting you into my flat when I’m not there. The last time I did it appeared someone went riffling through my draws and wardrobe. I have no idea why.”
“I check you live with lady.”
“Pardon?”
“I check you in flat live with lady.”
“No, I live there all alone. But you never know what’ll happen in the future.”
“You have wardrobe full of woman clothes.”
“They aren’t women’s clothes; they’re my clothes, Mr Chan.”
“I need check you live with lady.”
“No, I will not allow you entry without my presence or permission.”
“Give me key or I increase rent.”
“You can come to the flat when I am there.”
“No, Mr Garazy. I now increase rent, hundred pound extra a week.”
“But, this is not fair.”
“Two hundred pound extra a week.”
“I’ll tell you what Mr Chan, you may be my landlord but you are a right c**t.”
“You have one month notice then you leave.”
“C**t.”
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I think that Chan fellow could do with a finger being jabbed in his ribs. Don’t do what I did with my old landlord, though. (I got drunk and threatened him with a screwdriver. Had to look for somewhere else to live after that, funnily enough.)
I find it rather difficult to imagine you threatening someone with a screwdriver, being a pacifist and that. Landlords do have too much of a belief in their own worth and power and need to be bought down a peg or two.
I think he wants to wear your clothes. Do you really have to move out?
I would know if he had worn my clothes Jo, they would stink of sweat and curry.