Our property management company conducted an inspection of all the units in our building today. We were told to clean, I tidied but didn’t do a real cleaning in preparation. I was home when ours occurred. The lady was like, “hi, ya, looks good. OK, thank you. Bye.” We weren’t sure how thorough of an inspection we’d get, so we took down our wall hangings which were held up with forbidden blue-tack. I doubt it would have mattered. I think they were just making sure we hadn’t kicked holes in the walls or had a family of rats living in the bathroom. Luckily, they didn’t see the giant hole we melted in the toaster or the spot on the carpet where Rob dropped his dinner.