A couple of weeks ago I took a plunge. Not of the watery kind I hasten to add, but thanks to an invitation from Ian Jackson, host of the Belfast PIN meeting, I spoke at a property meeting for the first time.
Eagle-eyed landlords, tenants, lawyers and others in the know will have spotted the faux-pas in my rant yesterday:
As at early afternoon
Reports are being ‘phoned in by The Other Half.
Photographs haven’t come through yet, but I am told that the lounge was factory central with a hole having been punched into the ceiling for the ducting. The plants – around 40 or so – had been removed by the police during last night’s raid, but the pots left behind.
So much for a nice relaxing Bank Holiday weekend.
Getting back into work mode first thing this morning, The Other Half turned on his mobile phone to a message from the owner of a property on which we have a lease option. It was not good news. She had by chance gone past the house yesterday, found the door smashed in, and entered to find the place trashed. The words “cannabis factory” were uttered.