If you are scrolling through these reviews to evaluate whether the Knutsford House is the ideal place to stay whilst visiting Manchester then please turn away and find somewhere else, perhaps a Travelodge or an ibis budget as I would expect they will be better value for money and you won't have to sleep with one eye open, fearing for your life.
Let me forewarn you on a couple of things to expect;
1. The house is situated next door to a Psychopath; on the second day of our stay we returned to the Knutsford House after breakfast and received a barrage of abuse from the neighbour who is clearly clinically insane. Our group was accused of throwing a tampon into his garden during the early hours of the morning. Needless to say, this was not the case, but given that the other neighbour was a '70 year old' he had ruled her out and anyone else who could access the rear alley behind the house straight away and accused us as the only plausible possibility. This guy started to hurl abuse at us, start banging on the window's and kicking the front door in whilst screaming that he was going to 'blow the house up' and 'drag us round to his garden' and 'make us pick up the tampon with our teeth'. We called the hosts for support, Richard was next to useless and instead of running to our rescue like a knight in shining armour or reassuring us over the phone like a Samaritan we were accused of probably making too much noise and that he'd after to check the CCTV. Richard then sent his wife and son round to collect the deposit even though we insisted it was not safe for her / him to do so. The guy seemed to simmer down after an hour or so although we cannot be sure if this is because the host spoke to him or because of the next point.
2. The house is situated next door to a Psychopath who smokes weed; 20-30minutes after the above episode the neighbour had a completely different demeanour. His attitude had changed but we did notice that he was smoking a joint so this could have very well mellowed him out. For the rest of the stay we were on edge as didn't know if this guy would just explode again.
3. Parking is on the road, next door to a Psychopath; we were pretty lucky, my car was not damaged whilst staying at the Knutsford House but I was fully expecting to come back to the house and have my car keyed or at the very least, the tyres let down. Fortunately this did not happen but having read the other reviews they / their car were not so lucky. It is worth noting that there is no off the road parking but we were assured that there is CCTV outside of the house. Worth noting, I guess.
4. Florence is pretty helpful. Richard, not so; When we tried to call them to arrange for someone to come round and inspect the property on checkout, both of them ignored our call. We managed to finally get hold of them but they made some excuse up as to why they couldn't come round despite knowing 11 months ago that we would be checking out on that particular Sunday.
Had this been my first Airbnb experience I would have left Manchester a shell of man, probably with PTSD, and returned to my humble village life in Leicestershire a hermit. Thankfully the Airbnb support line were particularly helpful during the ordeal and I would suggest keeping in contact with them should you still choose to book here and experience something similar to our stay.