I have no idea how the people that act as middle (wo)men in renting (or letting for some of us) flats are called, hence the subject. I do know however that the one in charge of my flat is one I really don't like and am bound to get into more trouble with soon enough (unless I earn sufficient money in the month to come). Lets call her the landlady even though that's not really what she is.
There's an advantage to living in a free country: you're protected against the abuses of such people, and unless you do something truly wrong you cannot be kicked out of your flat. My main way of dealing with her attempts to bully me is to act as if I were slightly mad. And knowing that 1) there are chances that I won't be able to pay my rent on time next month (I'm crossing my fingers it won't be the case though), and 2) that she was coming with the plumber to check that it was indeed her responsibility to pay for the repairs, I just had to make my place look scary enough to a conventional and conservative mind as hers. Not evil, just slightly outside what she can deal with.
So I proceeded to prepare my flat for her visit. How exactly I set it up is hard to describe, there was a lot of pushing objects in the exact right place to make them look wrong without them being "wrong" enough to be objectionable. A list wouldn't do it justice, as you can guess: books, books everywhere, mostly poetry mixed with O'Reilly stuff, half of them open; some rope on the bed with just enough of a few knots to suggest bondage but not enough to clarify it; political literature all over, mixed with business contracts, and other such things.
In other words, I'm not quite sure how I could describe the setting but I know for sure that it had its effect. I'm pretty sure that next time I'm late for my rent, I'll have two extra weeks before she musters the courage to call me.
hmmmm, maybe I'm becoming just about evil enough to enter politics....