Neighbours: Last week I talked about the next door flat being sold and my Jazzmatazz poster going on holiday. My new neighbours are a couple; met the girl Monday, and this morning, the bloke knocked on my door and said they had a leak in their kitchen and might it be from my flat and stuff. We talked a little, and worked out it's probably from upstairs. M downstairs had told me someone famous had moved in, but I'd never seen this guy before. So I said to him: "Are you famous? It's just I heard someone famous bought the flat." He laughed. Said it was refreshing. Turns out he's in East Enders. I told him I'm a Brookside kinda girl.
Cognisant of everything I implied yesterday about privacy, I'll say no more.