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Property Renting and Letting

Published on October 6th 2005.


Flat hunting

This is something Gordo hates with a vengeance. Over the past two months looking for a flat in town has been a nightmare. Spending hours on the net looking through the listings, printing off the ones of interest seemed simple enough. Then actually making contact with a human being became rather more difficult than Gordo anticipated.

Out of four estate agents contacted that Saturday, not one could show him round a flat. They were all, it seems, short staffed and the first appointment was for the following Tuesday morning. This flat was a penthouse, looked good, right size, right price. However, it turned out to be a good one mile from Piccadilly station. Gordo walked it, he knows. The great thing about that one was the fact the bloody agent didn’t show. The other three were pretty grim.

Four weeks ago Gordo decides to try again. One of the agents was Thornley Groves, they got the job. Gordo isn’t an estate agent critic, but feels that he needs to say a few words about these guys, in particular Alex in the Manchester office. Alex took Gordo’s details, asked a few questions, then arranged for him to see three suitable flats over a one and a half hour period at a time which suited him. Blimey. One caught Gordo’s eye, and an offer was put in and accepted.

What set TG apart from the rest was simply service. They do have a good stock of flats, others as well can match them; but Alex kept in touch by phone and email, was prompt in returning calls and frankly the only agent Gordo came across who would survive and indeed prosper in other service industries.

In Gordo’s restaurant parlance, Thornley Groves is a GO. Get one step closer from your perfect pad by clicking here.

Author: Gordo


Renting Your Property

To be honest, I became a landlady a bit by accident. There I was, an independent single woman happily dwelling in my trendy little flat in Didsbury, minding my own business, when along came a certain club promoter who kidnapped me to his love nest in Chorlton. Not willing to sell straight away (well he might have ended up being a nutter!) I chose to rent out the property, and knowing zero about the industry, looked for the nearest agent to shift it for me.

That was my first mistake. Did you know there are over thirty agents in Manchester that can assist in this process? Trust me, the quality of service can vary considerably. What’s the point in being made to wait out for £800 per month for 3 months, if there’s a prospective tenant willing to pay £700 for example? Personally, I’d prefer the £2100 than an empty flat. I recommend you ask what properties they rent out that are similar to yours and check that the price being asked is something similar.

Having done no research myself, I believed everything my agent told me. They claimed they carefully vet the tenants before signing contracts to make sure you don't get any weirdos. Be careful. Make sure that they actually get the prospective client into their offices and talk to them on a face-to-face basis. Someone who sounds great on paper, could in fact be a nightmare let. I, for example, acquired a total psycho. I had problem after problem, the agent was always on the phone whinging to me about the grief THEY were getting. Erm, excuse me, isn't that why I enlisted the supposed 'help' from an agent?

Things went from bad to worse when she refused to move out, claiming she had tripped on a bit of uneven carpet and fallen down the stairs and injured herself so couldn't move her stuff. That, on top of threats to be sued, and the like. She finally did move out and, naively, I thought that was the end of it.

So on to the next instalment. Several months later I received a big pile of redirected mail to my Chorlton address. Bill after unpaid electricity bill, polished off with about 15 debt collection letters and a court summons. The psycho bitch hadn't paid any of her bills. What's more the electricity company knew nothing about my tenant. Oh and the agent said 'that's funny, that's our job.' Yes love, correct. Your job; that was done so badly that it put me off renting it out, so I sold it.

The agent was NOT Thornley Groves. I have since found out that these guys manage over 300 properties and had I enlisted their help I would have body-swerved the psychopath and my tenant would have been assigned a manager to look after any day-to-day worries, leaving me hassle free. Typical that the glowing recommendations from friends regarding Thornley Groves’ service, came after the event.

If you've made a choice to be a landlord or if you stumble across it like me, make sure you get the quality of advice and help that is available to you. Don’t let your property remain empty for another month. Give Thornley Groves a call TODAY.

Click here and register your details and they’ll get on the case for you.

Author: Faye Pulley

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