I have a feeling that the girl in flat 3, while pleasant enough, is not one of life’s survivors, or at least has a nervous temperament that is rather unsuited to living on a busy road near the centre of the biggest city in Great Britain.

Building works, house repairs, girls in heels on the stairs and people moving in and out of the building cause her significant trauma, and the noisy closing of the front door has led to a series of ‘anonymous’ notes to the other residents, all written in neat capitals and with escalating levels of aggression. This is the latest.

I also feel there is some misunderstanding here as to the purpose of a weekend.