My charming Cotswolds house looked perfect and I’d fought tooth and nail to get it. Then I moved in and discovered the horror beneath the floorboards… fleeing it was a blessing

Lettice, my miniature sausage dog, a few weeks ago when I woke me up in my cotswolds hut, I had no idea what would happen.

The next 20 minutes spent the Victorian period in circles around and under my rice bed and made the most supernatural screaming sounds. I ignored him, assuming that he was after another imaginary mouse, I opened my iPhone to scroll before a quick hero.

Before moving here in 2021, he managed to send a few wild pigeons in my backyon of the North London, but remained unaware of the rural pests of Gloucestershire (real). It appears until Wednesday morning.

I looked away from my screen and immediately left my own evil scream. At the end of the bed, lying on the carpet was a very moist looking and very dead black shit.

I’m used to hosting mice. I grew up in the depths of the British countryside, where cats evacuating mice are a widespread event, and as a very urban fashion editor living on the red brick terraces in London and New York, I got used to experiencing frequent experiences on my kitchen floors.

But in my bedroom, the dead mice at 6 am at a completely new level. I drowned in tears and made an inconsistent objection to the real estate manager, I asked the game holder to remove it as soon as possible.

To be honest, this was another fascinating, but after a few months, it was an external fascinating, but in an agricultural land in Gloucestershire, and after trying to cope effectively with the rats invasion in the countryside of the crepus, art and crafts, the coffin.

Finding everywhere, anywhere to rent in Cotswolds is similar to hunger games. The stock is low, the desire is high and the rents are even higher.

After leaving London during Covid, he lived in a short -term rental, while finding this property in 2021.

My sister, considering the exterior of Instagram, wide bedrooms and ideal location, although the antiques are only ten minutes away from the barn on which my work is based, the picture of the 100 -year -old building is perfect but unused -free leaded lights and stone mullion made it impossible to stay in hot and molds.

In addition, the upper living room window did not help to jam with a vicious draft down the stairwell, and cheap plastic curtain rails have fallen, ie less insulation without privacy.

Although he was frequently satisfied with the change, nothing was corrected. Last November, the kitchen was flooded due to bad sewers, and the host suggested that I swept the flood waters at the front door, as in London at the time.

Art and Handicrafts Summer House in an agricultural land in Gloucestershire

Since the winning cabinet was in the corridor, I stated that they were flying in the air and electorally – perhaps not the best possible solution.

This takes me back to the rats. The presence of everywhere since the beginning of the summer (even though I thought they were there for longer, thanks to a hole caused by the flood, the kitchen cabinet base behind the boards and under the stove) meant that the hut was a still area for the guests, and I was downloaded my antiques to the microwave, often in 10 pm.

As I told the real estate manager: If I had children, I would have moved weeks ago due to a health risk.

As a result of the record -breaking summer heat of the UK last week, it was reported that he was sentenced to a rats plague in this autumn. Take it from me, you don’t want to live with them. Apart from the risk of illness, they bite the plug of the 350 £ Kenwood food mixer so far, chewed the cables of my laptop, induction coinclot and kitchen lamp, and destroyed a wicker obstacle where I kept a box of olive oil on a three -liter olive oil and my table.

They also tried to enter the refrigerator by chewing the door seal while I was working, and now I have to keep the door closed with a fire extinguisher.

Everything came to a head last week after a second destruction was finally on vacation, after driving a hairy fiends, eight (fortunately for rent) was given a new home and after the evacuation notification was given. He wanted to move a tenant connected to the landlord’s family, I was told.

If the host had not wanted me to choose a spare cooker from me and to take everything from the kitchen to a nearby barn near the kitchen, I wouldn’t have thought much to make it easier to regenerate after the vertical.

Nevertheless, in a way, although I was crushed at that time, my landlord finally made me a great favor.

The isolation of living in a rural property with a handful of houses began to reach me.

As a result of the record -breaking summer heat of the UK last week, it was reported that he was sentenced to a rats plague in this autumn.

After I lived in big cities before, I thought I wanted to be in the middle of the place and I will love peace in my 40s. But unless he went to the grocery store, it turned out that I could go to the conversation for a few days without seeing anyone. Even for someone accustomed to his own companies, this is not good or healthy.

Every evening at 18:00, I go to bed with Lettice, the best way to keep warm, to make a sustainable cold hut on my own, to spend another long, hard winter.

It takes all my energy to run my job with one hand. I work for seven days a week for ten hours and when I return home, I need my hut to be a warm, hospitable and comfortable place, I can have fun here and I can have friends.

So now I use my social media platforms crazy and I’m examining property applications for another unicorn horse cottage.

Of course, the ruthless financial attacks on the landlords, when combined with the provisions of the rights bill of the approaches returned to Commons, it would be even more difficult for me to live in my budget.

Very dry, I was entertained by the person who suggested that I might want to buy my own place on Instagram, so I don’t have to deal with the whims of the rental market.

Supposedly. If they can find me a loan that will be ready to give me a mortgage to a single small business owner with a small deposit, I would be very glad to interact with them.

In the meantime, if one knows a little hut with a parking lot and a garden that needs a tenant who always needs a tenant and a garden, please let me know. . . And there are certainly no mice as household guests.