I must admit it was a surprise this morning when, at 6.40, I went outside onto my landing in my pyjamas in order to implore my upstairs neighbours to shut the fuck up, and instead saw police officers having a heated exchange with the two of the home’s male inhabitants.
Apparently, the two hired a prostitute, refused to pay her, and SHE then called the police. HA HA. Good on her. Sometimes I love this country – that someone doing something illegal (stupidly illegal, I might add) felt so outraged that she called in law enforcement.
I sincerely hope this is step one to getting the fuckers removed. I hear, too, that they’ve not paid this month’s occupational rent either. I’m feeling better already. 
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Hey! You’re alive!
Hope your noisy neighbours get evicted, and that the prozzie kicks their asses.
So it takes a prostitute to get you to blog again
Please don’t stop.
Howdy Louisa and Chantal, thanks! As soon as I feel like saying something, you can be sure I will on this-here li’l bloggie. Hope, though, I won’t be prompted to write only when I have neighbourly or sex-worker concerns.
She’s back. Yay!