My bad luck hit a new high this week, with the peroxide blonde new neighbour waking me up yesterday morning banging on my front door screaming at me that I'm a prostitute, apparently, she says she knows I'm on benefits and that, as a letting agent herself, she has the power to get me thrown out of my house and that she's making a complaint to the Council and to the Police about me.
The reason for this sudden vicious assault? I woke her up the night before when a painting I had hung previously had fallen off the wall in my bedroom and landed on the floor with a crash.
I tried to reason with her, mentioning the many times since she moved in t