A quiet chat

Yesterday afternoon I met my neighbour in passing, and we got nattering. She told me she had also complained about the people who were late of upstairs. She said she was also bothered by them and had also complained on my behalf when things were particularly bad. She said she didn't know how I managed to put up with it. I was right, as it turns out. He did have a serious drug problem. Now I know why all the building's security codes were changed in such a hurry. People definitely don't want him getting back into the place. It's really lovely at home since they left.