Prowlers, neighbours and flatmates
We have a prowler.
The woman next door saw him at 6 am on Monday morning peering into C's bedroom dressed in black with a black hat. But she didn't think to call the police, caretaker, or us...
However, I went around to ask her what she had seen and what had happened and I had the first conversation I have ever had with her. She's been living next door to me for three years.
C was a bit panicked about the whole thing I had to go out and get Al to come and stay to reassure her. And she then slept on N's floor her room is on the other side of the flat!
I called the police to report it and ask for some advice on Tues. They still haven't called me back.
I went over to visit S on Tues in her new flat with G. It's a gorgeous, part of a converted schoolhouse. It has an integrated open plan kitchen/lounge and two bedrooms with high vaulted ceilings and beams. It's all decorated in suitable minimalist style with muted tones. It would make any yuppie proud. They cooked me a yummy spag bol.
Labels: My Life
5 Comments:
Bizarre out-of-the-blue question:
Is S and G's flat in Brixton?
No Wimbledon...
Ah.
It just sounds exactly like my ex-boss's place which he's renting out now that he's gone to Thailand.
I think there's quite a lot of them around now...
It sounds like a nice flat!
Sorry to hear about the prowler!
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