It's not completely dead - we still have hot water, but the heating isn't working at all and it's eight degrees below room temperature in the house right now. We have one small portable heater which is effective over a small radius but also sucks all the moisture out of your eyeballs if it stays on for more than ten minutes, and I am bad at cold. (I'm also bad at heat. I have an extremely narrow range of comfortable temperature and can't function outside it. I'd be a useless survivalist.)
This used to happen all the time in our old flat. The landlord used to live there, about ten years ago, and operated under the assumption that time had somehow frozen since he left. It was a gorgeous place but after a decade of no maintenance, the landlord ignoring as many issues as he could get away with and doing the absolute bare minimum when he couldn't, it was fundamentally rotted.
Things that genuinely happened over the course of four years in our last flat:
- no hot water and no drainage in the kitchen for nearly the entire month of December
- plumber came over, said he knew what to do and would be back with the parts, never seen or heard from ever again
- open waste pipe in the cupboard
- closing said pipe broke the whole kitchen again
- the fence blew down
- all the lights went out
- fixing the lights broke the rest of the electrics
- leaks through the light fitting in the main room
- leaks through the light fitting in the bathroom
- leaks through the light fitting in the bedroom
- landlord attempted to refuse to fix bedroom leak because he'd paid money to have the ceiling done once
- less than two weeks later the entire bathroom FLOODED WITH SEWAGE
- boiler died completely, spent nearly two weeks with no heating or hot water
- completely different plumber said he knew what to do and would be back with parts, never seen or heard from ever again
- third plumber got booked and then never turned up at all, never heard from again
- fucked-up drainage warped the floorboards until they were sticking up like a steeple
- cabinet randomly exploded
- first ever attempt at routine maintenance broke several things beyond repair
- so much damp in the walls I became asthmatic
- just assume there are constant recurrent leaks happening throughout all of this
When we moved out it was uninhabitable. Only the bedroom leak was ever fixed, the plumbing and drainage were never sorted, the wiring remained literally illegal, and the walls were growing mould. Rather than spend the 10-20k it would take to gut and redo the place, the landlord opted to sell it for literally half what it would have been worth otherwise, and I would happily bet that he still tells people we were the ones who fucked up his property. We were so excited to find ourselves in a position to buy our own place, where we wouldn't have to deal with any of this figurative and sometimes literal shit anymore.
Turns out plumbers can still ghost you. It's happened to me so often that I've started to wonder whether I inhabit some kind of weird Plumber Bermuda Triangle. I feel bad when I complain about it because it used to be worse, it used to be so much worse, and being able to buy somewhere to live in London is a ridiculous level of privilege in this day and age, but also I'm very cold and that makes me grumpy. We've been assured it's definitely getting fixed tomorrow morning, for real this time, so catch me back here on Wednesday complaining that we turned all the radiators up and now it's too hot to sleep.