HI there! Our former flatmate’s moving out (all on good terms, just the usual deep-rooted resentment), and we’ve got a spare room.
Are you looking for somewhere after leaving your last place for reasons you’ll be suspiciously vague about? Could you be the ideal tenant? Hint: if you can clean the toilet bowl after a shit, you’re already better than the last!
Your room
We’ve got a poxy three-bed that the landlord’s convinced is legal to call a four because he’s put a wobbly stud wall up. You’ll be living in that extra ‘room’, of course, and we’ll wait until moving in day for the fun surprise of revealing the electricity meter is behind your bed.
Your job
Please have one. We may be left wing and arty, but we will sacrifice all of our personal politics for someone who can pay rent and bills on time. Come all ye tech people, accountants and estate agents: we would love to have your bank accounts living with us. But you can’t work from home, as the rest of us already do that and the kitchen gets very crowded at lunchtime.
Guests and friends
You can of course have a partner, providing they’re long distance and never, ever come to stay. You’re allowed one quiet friend over for tea once a month, and that’s only to convince us that you’re not a complete incel planning to murder us in our sleep.
Cooking
We’re very open to people who are great cooks, especially ones that bring expensive cookware and spices with them as we use everything communally. It’s only fair, as you’ll have unbridled access to our one wonky pan and the eternally sticky bottle of vegetable oil.
Cleaning
We have an informal set up here that we like to call ‘everyone does a cursory amount while angrily believing they do more than everyone else’. You should be the kind of person that does all the nasty stuff like cleaning out the bins, but you’ll do it in secret so we don’t have to feel guilty about it.
Socialising
We’ll give you a courtesy invite to the giant, messy house party that we’ll have for each of our birthdays, mainly so that we can use your bedroom as beer storage. Other than that it’s a quick ‘g’night’ on your way to bed if we happen to make eye contact. No small talk before 9am.