Chatting to hubby the other night, he pointed out something that made me think. He said that it wasn't really my house; it was my sister's home as she was the one living there. So, when we next went up to Sheffield to visit her, I should recognise that this was the case. I agreed with him and of course he's right - while privately thinking "no, it's my house".
And I think there you have the case for why you shouldn't rent to friends or relatives. It's very difficult to get your head around the fact that while it's your house and you own it - it's not your home because you don't live there. Mmm, I think I'll come back to this one...
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