A hectic yesterday, involving a 45 minute rush job in making the house presentable for a worker to come in and test the fire alarms.
I called the housing group after the previous night's fiasco, to report that my alarm was beating steadily every 5 minutes. I had resent the alarm, inserted a new battery, and it continued to emit a loud pinging noise. Now, I knew that after giving the details that housing would have to send a worker to check it out, and since the fire alarms are all interconnected, I was interested to see what was going to happen when the housing manager called the upstairs and downstairs tennants to inform them that someone was about to drop by.
Sure enough, the girl upstairs came down to warn me, and I smiled, telling her that I had called it in. Her alarm had been beeping as well, and she had tested and inserted a new battery as well. We both said goodbye and entered our own respective apartments. Not five minutes later, there was a loud slamming of a door, and we saw 3 people including my downstairs neighbour load up their car with a couple of bags and boxes and then peeled out of the driveway. No surprise there.
I don't know who did it, but a Crimestoppers van was seen last night, making a tour of the neighbourhood. Coincidence? I don't think so. I didn't call it in, but there's been a great deal of activity and traffic since the police were here, and both my sister and I were at the housing office to lodge complaints about the whole thing.
This whole thing is a big mess, but hopefully, as housing has assured us, "They're working on it." Cryptic, huh? I hope that means she's due to be booted, but who the hell knows.
I'm just going about my own life, and already I've done 4 loads of laundry this morning. Since the house is tidy, my work here is done. The afternoon calls for coffee and a walk down by the river, mailing some letters, and a night at the drive in.
The end of summer is near. I'm trying to get as much out of it as I can.