The dawn chorus

This morning I was woken by Landlady calling for me from below the terrace. I decided to ignore her (and fought the guilt) and a minute later she was buzzing away on the doorbell. So I gave in, and opened the door to a frantic Landlady with Landlord in tow.

The apartment with the bathroom-sans-one-wall had got water damage because of the building work, and they were worried it would trickle down to mine. So they raced through every room while I stood very still, deciding between Lady Grey or coffee (the latter won).

Then they apologised, a lot.