Elisabeth: she is living upstairs from us. Her toilet leaks into our toilet, and provides a brown-yellow shower for everybody who can't get up and out in time. Once she forgot to close her bath tub, and our bedroom was drowned by several gallons of water. Since then her bathroom is leaking. She gets dodgy psychopath to repair her leaking bathroom & toilet tubing; does tests between 1 - 3 am to see if water still leaks in our sleeping room; reasons that if we don't get up to tell her, then everything is ok.
plitsh, plutsh - and here goes another good night's sleep.
Elisabeth looks like 40 when she takes her medicine, but like 130 when she doesn't.
At night, she either shouts at someone (inexisting) or does something which appears to be a 'parcours d'obstacles' in her apartment, just above our bed.
Cyrus: neurotic old dog. Well wasn't neurotic before Elisabeth 'took care' of him. Since then: shits in circles in our buildings' staircase (because Elisabeth forgot him there). Sometimes spends some nights barking and howling in front of the building door. When Cyrus finally dies in Elisabeth's room, Elisabeth leaves him there in the hight of summer until the neighbours can't stand the smell any more (about two weeks).
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