I just realized that I forgot to explain this Mr. Pleasure from the Council-thingie. We made a complaint of the landlord to the Medway Council just before I came to Finland. As it happens, the name of our saviour is Mr. Pleasure, he came to inspect the house and that was the thing that made the landlord to come to see us. (In reality his name is not Mr. Pleasure, we just thought it was after he had left a voice mail with his contact details. When Naroa called him back she asked to talk with Mr. Pleasure, and the reply went "speaking". Anyhow, the name is Pledger.)
Now he's, the landlord that is, putting letters through our post slot, trying to avoid confronting us. He doesn't answer our phone calls either (what a surprise!). I guess he got his tail between his legs after noticing that we don't start crying when he's trying to scare us with his Big Bad Wolf acting out, quite the opposite. It must have been an eye opening experience to that old twat that he can't beat four foreign young women verbally.