When I got home, I saw a weasely little runt standing at the foot of the stairs, surrounded by black rubbish sacks. I have seen and heard the said runt on many occasions, and immediately knew what was happening. The black sacks contained Madam's belongings. We gave each other stony looks before I continued nonchalantly up the stairs. I was beaming by the time I reached the landing. No sooner had I got there than my next-door neighbour called me into her passageway. She told me that the people upstairs had been going up and down all day with her household possessions.
Our lift has been out of order for quite some time. That struck me as being very unusual, since we have a good residents' association, and they fix things very promptly. I found out why it hadn't been fixed. Madam had apparently upset the association. They had left the lift out of order so that Madam would have to carry everything down the stairs when she needed to move out. Ha!!!!! Serves her right.
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