We have new neighbours moving in. Number 2 has been unoccupied since the last tenants suddenly upped sticks and disappeared in the middle of summer, having not paid their rent for quite some time. The landlord, we presume, failed to pay the mortgage as a result. We presume this, because the flat was put up for auction in the autumn, which is normally what happens when a property is repossessed by a lender.
What do we know about our new neighbours? Very little, I’m afraid. A 2016 model Alfa Romeo was parked in the No 2 parking space when we got home from our walk today. A young lady left the block and got into it. She’s slim, blonde, tall, late 20s or early 30s. Not unattractive. We said hello and politely smiled. I say the signs so far are all good.
Modern Alfas are classy cars, owned by thoughtful people who like to be a little different without being unnecessarily extravagant or vulgar. Of course, we are assuming this lady is the new tenant. I think it’s a safe assumption, but we will have to wait and see. Perhaps there is a partner, too. Hopefully not a BMW 3 series with flared wheel arches type, though.
I peered through the bedroom blinds to see what was happening in their living room. Alas, for the first time in six months, their blinds were pulled down. My attempt to spy was thwarted. I went instead to the kitchen to peer into the car park. A rental van had pulled in, with an older gentleman driving it. I’m assuming that is her father, helping his little princess move into her new pad. Perhaps there is no partner.
Then my blinds were suddenly pulled shut. My attempts at spying thwarted a second time. On this occasion by Mrs P. Whilst I like our blinds slanting open so that I can peer out and see what’s going on, Mrs P likes them shut to stop anyone from peering in. As with most battles of will at Chez Denness, I only ever win when Mrs P isn’t at home.
My attempts at spying did bring one noteworthy piece of information to my attention, however. You too might have noticed, if you are a particularly observant sort. The seal on the double glazing panel in our bedroom has clearly gone. There is condensation inside the unit. It’ll have to be replaced, I suppose. I wouldn’t want my neighbours blogging about the flat downstairs that is in something of a state of disrepair.