Internet works in one room
Feels like you are living in someone’s playhouse.
Everything is hanging on by a thread.
Stove lighter doesn’t work. You need to light it with a lighter.
Towels are thin and worn.
Outside you overlook roofs with a few beer cans someone tossed onto them.
If the pigeons nesting in the rooftops around you don’t wake you up the church bells that spark up at 7:30am will.
Chair outside has a broken slot to sit on. Patio ‘furniture’ looks like it is from the early 1900’s.
Laundry but no dryer. No laundry soap. Dish soap and one hand soap were almost empty.
Gross, old blankets in the closet space.
Coffee was old and left wide open. No tea.
Two bottles of cheap wine were left in the fridge, likely to try to make up for this disaster.
Cupboards have filthy brushes used to sweep the floor and dirty sponges in them.
Outside you are surrounded by empty flower pots and two window boxes with faded & broken artificial flowers.
Door on the minuscule and frost covered freezer falls off when you open the fridge.
Mismatched, pathetically bent selection of hangers.
No paper towel. No dish towels. No Saran Wrap. Freezer caked in old frost. Door fell off the freezer when we opened the fridge but we managed to stick it back on, thank God.
Two rolls of toilet paper. Two of the tiniest shampoo and conditioner containers you have ever seen.
The place is in need of a true clean and major renovation.
The one bonus: Good location.
One word sums it up: brutal.