Ashgrove Apartments

There were six of us in Cardiff for the weekend, and my father-in-law found these apartments because they were advertised as “luxury” and fairly central. The first apartment was so grimy and smelly it was uninhabitable: the bathroom light didn't work, the fridge was full of mould, and the place stank of cigarettes. The second was somewhat more habitable because the smell wasn't as bad, but it had plenty wrong too. Lights failed in several rooms, there were black marks, cracks and chips everywhere, and the table was held together with old washing line. The extractor fan was broken, there was no cutlery, and the bedroom window wouldn't close, so it was freezing. The shower was mouldy and loose, cobwebs were everywhere, and the dusty living room looked like someone had been playing ice hockey in it. There was no parking space for car number two, either. If luxury means having doors and windows, fine. If you expect working lights or a fridge without mould, you'll be disappointed. This is the most disgusting place I've ever stayed. I'd rather sleep in the car, which I probably will if local drug dealers don't steal it first.

It was so bad that I can't even list all the problems. I won't go back.