Change

I managed to lock, what I think is our new downstairs neighbour, in the wash house this afternoon. That's another story, but it seems that downstairs may be renting their place out (D reckons they have got a job near Glasgow) - I can only assume so being as we've not seen them for ages and there seems to be a strange person living in their flat. After the noisy git who used to make our lives miserable with his loud music I had started to get used to having nice quiet neighbours and now they have moved out, possibly forever, who knows? I find I am rather unsettled.
I don't like change.