I've found out that some of the neighbours have a nickname for me. It seems to have something to do with being clean. A few days ago Daisy introduced me to the old lady who sits at the bottom of the stairs of the opposite building (who proceeded to tell me of her barrister friends and trips to Paris long ago).
Anyway, when Daisy introduced me, the lady told her she had seen me often in the window before I got a curtain. Aiyaa! her seat is on the street on the bathroom side!
post-mansions
