The upstairs neighbour, she's been on a bit of a Manhunt. She's embraced her drinking, and wanders the street looking for people to talk to, share a drink with, hang out.
Which has resulted in some improbably house guests.
Her latest, some long-haired thin legged older hippy type, and so I ask in that open-ended sort of way ..."Soooooo", hoping for an explanation, but she just changes topics, "a friend..." and waves her hands and it off.
I'm working my share of doubles this week, more than I'd like, but you gotta love the circus when you get home.