Chapter One
A Building Without Community — and Rising Service Charges
When I moved into my building three years ago, the thing that struck me first wasn't the service charge or the state of the maintenance — it was that nobody said hello. Neighbours passed each other in corridors without acknowledgement. There was no sense that we shared anything beyond four walls and a postcode.
Underneath that silence, though, was a shared frustration. Service charges were climbing every year with no explanation. Maintenance was being neglected. The concierge was unreliable. When leaseholders tried to raise concerns, communications either didn't arrive or weren't answered. Our money was being mismanaged, and our home was suffering for it.