Everybody needs good neighbours

Morning, it's another lovely day in London, I must admit I don't really mind the winter if it's like this. Can't believe Christmas is just around the corner and we have made no plans about what we are going to do over the festive season, especially for New Year's Eve, cutting it a bit fine I suppose, as usual. Now a mystery pair of shoes has appeared in our garden, they are kids shoes, so naturally one assumed that they belonged to the little egg- throwing filthy vandals next door, so I chucked them over the fence and then they were chucked back into our garden, so who the hell do they belong to? Has our front garden become a recycling ground? Does anyone in this area know how to behave decently? The urban hermit downstairs has taken to suddenly appearing in the doorway when her partner arrives home. She wears nothing but a short, grubby t-shirt that barely covers her thighs. All very well, but she is a very, very ,very, very very large lady if you catch my drift. Poor Gerald got such a fright when he saw her one day that he scampered up the stairs trembling. Then there is the added worry that she might start appearing in the doorway completely naked, I think that would be the final straw and would definitely prompt us to move out. I think we should take advantage of the good weather and go somewhere nice today, get away from all this intimidation. The trance remix of Haunt You is nearly ready, so get your dancing boots on.