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Just got the mail.

Notice to vacate. We have until the end of July.

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aphephobia
May. 29th, 2010 02:42 am (UTC)
Fuck. *huge hugs to all of you*

I'm so sorry.

I wish I could offer something practical... lemme know if you guys need anything and I'll see if I can do anything.

*more hugs* I hate landlords.
aeduna
May. 29th, 2010 02:49 am (UTC)
well shit :(
bunnitos
May. 29th, 2010 02:54 am (UTC)
Blargh. That's no fun.
gothtigger
May. 29th, 2010 03:41 am (UTC)
Ah crap. At least they've given the obligqatory 8 weeks notice. Actually check the State Laws on that, in NSW a while ago, it was listed that if being forced to move because the pace was being sold, they had to give you 12 weeks. Might be safe to check your legislation ...

Otherwise many hugs and good karma in finding the right place!
halloranelder
May. 29th, 2010 03:48 am (UTC)
Been told by locals that it's minimum of 60 days, which they've given us.

*hugs*
verdigriis
May. 29th, 2010 09:29 am (UTC)
Crap! That truly blows, and all the best with finding somewhere new.

Victoria's tennancy laws are indeed feral. In SA, they have to give you 3 months. :-/
neko_seraph
May. 31st, 2010 02:15 am (UTC)
Graaah! That is just mean and horrible.

At least they've given you more than the minimum amount of notice. I s'pose that's something.

Still, bugger, bum and poop. My sympathies are all yours.
arienmir
May. 31st, 2010 02:21 am (UTC)
hey with you guys both working if you need a hand looking for places I am mostly at a loose end at the moment.
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