it's always MY fault, innit?

I've had it with my neighbour. The one on the Westminster council. 3/5 polite exchanges would always begin like this:

"Lynne, you didn't shut the door to the apartments."

"... I'm positive I shut it behind me both on my way out and in."

"No, you didn't. I'm very sure, because..."

Round 6 just took place earlier outside my door, and it wasn't exactly the most pleasant lecture conversation I've ever had. And she goes on to justify her statement about how students are the only ones with flexible timetables and none of the other neighbours would have done so simply because this 'problem' only arose after Vincent and I moved in. Do I not know the severity of the consequences of leaving the door open? Do I not know that the junkies are just across the street running up and down? Do I not know that it's so dangerous that she had to get the policemen to collect her oranges from the next street? (!!! Now, that's what I call servile civil service!) I tuned out after that outrageous statement.

So I've already been judged, and found wanting. You know how it is: once stubborn old women make up their minds about you, you can try to defend yourself until the cows come home decked in red and blue, and they won't even have budged an inch. Trust me on this: I've lots of personal experience in this field. So, there really is nothing else that can be done except to nod solemnly in counterpoint to her fugal accusations. For my ears' peace, if nothing else.

"I expect a letter coming in from the town council regarding this issue."

Yah yah, whatever. Piss off already.