9 Things You'll Know If You've Been On A House Viewing

Mar 2017The Student Life

House viewing problems…

Once you’ve got your casa de student sorted through University Cribs, you can’t wait to build amazing memories with your new house mates, put a personal touch on your room, and start living uni life to the max.

Luckily, my experiences with student renting in uni were fairly positive. I didn’t end up with nightmare neighbours, scamming landlords or robberies, but I did have some interesting experiences when looking around houses for my second and third year.

These are nine of the situations that I, and I’m sure many of you, have had when trying to find our uni crib.


“Our landlord didn’t tell us anyone was coming”

That painstakingly awkward moment where you all stand at the door feeling about 4”4 as you explain that you’ve been told you can look around the house. Normally, the current tenants let you through and, normally, one is chirpy enough to give you a tour. Or sometime you’ll have the door, not very politely, closed in your face.


When some of the tenants haven’t received the message

As I confidently stormed into the second bedroom after the student showing us around assured there was no one in there, I stumbled across a naked couple in bed. To make it worse, the guy in the bed was someone that my friend had slept with the week before. A) What a player B) how embarrassing. Something must’ve worked, though, as my friend slept with him again a few weeks later.

When personal objects are left lying around…

Looking for second year housing, there was a used condom hanging over the corner of a bedside table. Need I say more?


When they’ve got pets that we shouldn’t know about


We were looking around a house before when we noticed a mouse trap on the floor. One of my friends asked about it and the landlord and the current tenants sitting on the sofa went silent. I bumped into one of the current tenants at the union a week later who explained they didn’t just have mice but rats, but were under strict instruction not to mention it. Sneaky!


“My housemates doors are locked”

Somehow, looking around houses feels like effort. It might be because you have to trek between different roads, half of you are hungover, or it’s likely to have taken days or weeks to even find a time you can all do. So how annoying when you get somewhere and you’re not able to see all of the rooms, especially when you all love the house but have no idea if the room behind the locked doors is like HP’s cupboard under the stairs.


Invading someones personal space

One year, we went into a room where a girl was changing. She couldn’t have cared less, she invited us in to look around whilst she continued to do up her bra, still only in her knickers. Bearing in mind this was a small bedroom and five of us wanted to look. The boys enjoyed it, at least.

The hungover house

Need we say more? So unhelpful, so s**t, yet so relatable. Part of me felt bad for interrupting their cosy as f**k hangover day, the other half wanted them to move so we could see the living room. It’s hard to try and visualise it without all the empty frosty jacks and Sainsbury’s vodka bottles there.

The internal landlord war

In two houses we could feel the tension between the tenants and the landlord. Whilst showing us around, shade and digs were thrown everywhere and anywhere towards the current tenants. “It doesn’t usually look like this” “I don’t think Jon knows how to clean without his mum, do you Jon?!” “I don’t think Sally knows what washing up is!” and the current tenants just smile with a “I hate you” look in their eye. An awkward sign for things to come?

How can we get out of this quickly?

In at least four houses and as soon as we walked in, we knew we hated it. We each knew we all hated it but out of courtesy, we still took our time to look around each room giving it the small smile and nod to the current tenant working at their desk silently thinking “how the f**k do you live here?”. As soon as you leave you’ll walk a little further, turn to one and other, and say…

A My Uni Basics blog, by Jen Keeling