When it rains…

When it rains it pours, right? No. When it rains, it torrential down pours! Just three days before Stacey was to move her mother Laura into our home we get a concerning call from our carpet cleaner. Apparently our homes electricity had been cut off. To be honest, that screw up was completely on me, I thought I had switched the power over into our name and I hadn’t. After a quick call to Hydro we were back in business, or were we? The homes oil furnace could be described as being ancient; at about 75 years old it finally cocked it. We purchased $1000.00 worth of fuel in an attempt to jumpstart the furnace and when that didn’t work we tried to fix the circuit board. Unfortunately for us, Stacey was eager to move in immediately. With so many issues so early in the renting process we thought it best to retain our real-estate agent to manage the property for us; what did we know anyway? Clearly we had no idea how much work renting a property could be and needed professional help. It was also starting to seem like Laura was not going to be the only resident at the home, but that her daughter Stacey and her two children were likely moving in with her. My husband and I didn’t really mind if Laura’s family moved in with her, rent is rent and the amount wouldn’t have changed regardless of the number of residents. Fortunately for us, it was a warm fall so we weren’t worried about them freezing in the house just yet, but we were concerned about getting them heat ASAP. Once Stacey and her mother were settled in the house we began contacting her about gaining access to get heat sorted and that is when things started to get weird.