The old bat down stairs has burned her dinner again :-(
My flat, as usual, stinks of her burnt meal.
I really wish her family would hurry up and put her in a home. When I lived in Scotland, the old boy downstairs from me burned his dinner twice in a couple of months and ended up in a home. So, twice or more a week every week should have got her downstairs in a home by now...
It really is unpleasant having to suffer the stench from below several times a week.
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