Aussie Rules

It is not often that it happens but it did last night. I bumped into someone who lives in my building. She was as surprised as me. She has been in the building for a month and had not seen another soul.

The lady was Sheila from Melbourne. We got chatting and she told me she worked for Typhoo to which responded "oooooh". From the look on her face she had heard that one before.
We got on and we popped into the White Bar on Old Hall Street which is in effect my local. She had just got back from the USA where she had been tornado hunting like in the film but apparently without the melodrama (and death). She struck me as a bit of a freespirted person, based on the electric blue highlights in her hair, but she was fun. The only thing is she does not understand the rules which makes me feel a little awkward.
That and the fact that she keeps calling me Mike. I am not sure why, i did correct her several times and believe me that is not close to me real name.

Liverpool Man' Stalker Hell

I think the couple who lived across the courtyard have moved out. You know them, young ladies who used to hoover up in their underwear. Anyway, the lights have been off for a week and I sat at my window for an hour and I could not see any movement.

I am not sure if have explained myself. The flats in the building all have bedrooms on a mezzanine floor so when I sit on my sofa and look at the TV the angle means I can see them in their bedroom. It is their fault for not pulling the blinds down. I am the victim here.

I should not have to see them prancing aroung when I am eating my TV dinner.

Anyway, I am glad they have gone, last week their alarm was going off for ages and I could not sleep.