Neighours - ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Katy downstairs is whittering on about a water stain on her kitchen ceiling which *must* have been caused by a "flood" in my flat. OH FUCK OFF. Anyway, I'm going to have to check my kitchen and bathroom for dampness / leakage just to shut her (and her father) up. Oh and so that she doesn't have the stain on her ceiling "repaired" in vain. Get some paint and a brush and do it yourself you irritating home counties brat!

The only thing I think it might be is the perennial favourite - the bathroom tiles/bath seal - but why it should start up again now I really don't know.

It grieves me that this irritation and obstreperousness (sic) is inevitably my reaction to any communication from the girl who lives in the flat below mine, or her equally irritating and interfering father. Tact and interpersonal skills were clearly in short supply when the Turner family were going through the creation mill. It requires all of mine to remain civil.

Honestly, she and the increasingly non-existant customer service attitudes at CJ's Asda and Sainsbury's are enough to make me want to move (again).