Vasiliki Andreou — крутилось 1 дн, охват 927

Vasiliki Andreou с 2026-09-10 · картинка · 🇬🇧 английский
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✨ £1,100 in unpaid rent. Only £72 left in my Barclays account. But first, let’s go back to the beginning. My name is Vasiliki Andreou. I’m originally from Rethymno, Crete. Two and a half years ago, my daughter and I moved to the UK, and now we live in Croydon, South London. I’m 38 years old, raising my nine-year-old daughter Lucie on my own. I used to work as a housekeeper at a Premier Inn. Every day, I cleaned rooms, changed bedsheets, scrubbed bathrooms, and prepped everything for new guests. It was hard work, but I always thought it was stable. My salary was £1,300 a month. £600 went straight to rent. Then I had to pay for electricity, water, my Oyster card, groceries, and my monthly loan repayment. After all of that, there was practically nothing left. Every time my Barclays balance dropped below £100, I felt this awful tightening in my chest. The trouble started when the peak tourist season ended. Hotel bookings dropped drastically, and management decided to cut staff. They told me my contract wouldn't be renewed. It all happened so fast—one day I was cleaning rooms as usual, and the next, I had no job. I went to the Jobcentre to apply for Universal Credit, but the paperwork dragged on forever. For almost two months, I had virtually no income. I tried to pay whatever I could towards rent, but the debt slowly climbed to £1,100. Then I missed a loan payment. After that, another. I spoke to my landlord twice: the first time he agreed to wait, but the second time he said he couldn't wait any longer and was bringing in bailiffs. One morning, I found two official brown envelopes in my letterbox. I opened them right there in the hallway, coat still on. The first letter was an eviction notice demanding I vacate the flat. The second was an urgent warning from the bank about missed loan payments. Amounts. Dates. Warnings. Everything printed in cold black ink. I read both letters over and over, even though I’d understood them the first time. My hands were shaking. I

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