QotD: Won't You Be My Neighbor?

What are your neighbors like? (The ones you live near or next to, not the ones in your Vox neighborhood!)

Well in the next flat plus one, there are a lovely American couple. Their names I cannot remember, but it is something like Kathy and Bill. "Hi! We're Kathy and Bill!" Yeah, that sounds about right.

Then there is the friendly Asian gentleman who once talked to me in the lift about expensive chocolates. Actually, it was a bit more of a creepy flirt. I remarked how the chocolates he had brought home were the best (Leonidas) and he was all "You like nice things, do you?"

Er, anyway, most of the people who live in this house/block/whatever are women, especially old single women. It is probably part of the doorman's job description to entertain the old ladies in flirtation and conversation while they pass through to buy milk, bread and cat food at Central London's Largest Waitrose.

I think a few acedemics live in the building too, as quite a few of the older men who live here seem quite eccentric, and they're all generally nice.

In the evening, if you walk through the hallways to leave/come back in, you can smell all the cooking of everyone's tea. Everyone either cooks curry, something garlicky, or burnt toast.

Not really neighbours, but back onto the subject of The Young Persons' Hotel Across The Road; those who have been round my flat - and watched any undressing men - will know that the hostel rooms have mirrors in the windows, so, the residents do their make-up/shaving, etc, while facing out the window onto the street.

In the months I have been here, I have only seen men toplessly use the poorly thought-out window mirror, until recently, where there was a woman - or a very feminine man with long hair and manboob problem that really needs addressing - using the mirror, yes, topless.

I mean, for goodness sake, WE ARE ON A BUSY ROAD WHERE PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS WALKING UP AND DOWN. We are in between Russell Sq. and Euston/St Pancras/King's Cross, and there is constantly the dunt-dunt-dunt noise of people walking with suitcases on wheels and stuff coming and going from the stations. And it is a residental area! There are CHILDREN walking around, popping to the shops, CL'sLW, and Coram's Fields - the bloody playground! I turned away and continued to watch Come Dine With Me. Jeez.